Grace Glory Good – White Lies
Here is a poem that was lost in time, one that I jotted down on paper and was only recently found. There were a number of them and because I didn’t write accompanying preambles, I gave them all, this general one, that I may post them still. Here I tried to give them individual names, this one I called “White Lies”
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Grace Glory Good – White Lies Get the picture? Did you see why? Right may sometimes come from a lie. And would you still hold it against me? Can I not rest? Do you not agree? Every consideration I made but I still Got this very large, bitter pill Lies may come so easily One lie make two then lies come regularly Realizing the pain if there was no lie You’re tempted to make them your every reply Growing up gives you new responsibility Old habit like lies become your iniquity Once before those white lies were my avoidance Don’t lie any more now for fear of forbearance |
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