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Man of the Tainted Cloth

Poetry By: Byron Quinn

We all trust a man of the cloth. How blind are we that refuse to see

Submitted:Jan 23, 2007    Reads: 390    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

Man of the Tainted Cloth

See me here
See me there
My child I'm with you everywhere
Touching you gently while you're asleep
With a kiss to make your sweet lips weep
You are so young
You are so pure
Still very soon you'll be much more
As I take you in your father's arms
Recounting scriptures of the psalms
For my calling child I did receive
With all my heart I do believe
That to bless each child I do God's will
I'm a holy man you'll be pure still
So rest my child and let me in
Let me spread God's seed so deep within



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