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Topic: Sunday School (10/25/07)
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TITLE: My Father my teacher | Previous Challenge Entry
By David Campbell
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So it is your wisdom and words for which I reach
In You and only Your words do I desire and stay
For it was Your hand that formed me from the miry clay
As a Father of old you gave us birth
And set us in the bosom of our Mother Earth
As we sucked on Her breasts with desire to feed
With our sins of lust did we cause Her to bleed
For the shedding of your sons and daughters blood
It was ourselves that brought forth the flood
It is those who love and listen to Your words that find compassion
But it is the wickedness of a mans heart to dispute over rations
It was through our own lusts and sin that man hid your words of truth
As they struggle with your word like a horse with bit and broken tooth
It is you and only you that have open my eyes to the light
As a new moon that breaks forth in the night
In your words I find my promise of seventy weeks of perfection
And through my sickness my body and spirits resurrection
I have brought this upon myself I know
But because of my love for you and yours I will go
Grant me the strength Oh Heavenly Father to reach out to your hand
To grab the morning star to guide your children to the promise land
For those who have eyes to see and ears to hear
Know that the time of my Father is near
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I'm not clear on what this poem has to do with the topic of "Sunday School."
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