The Quest
It made of me a sorrowed soul
Brought to the brink of one last goal
For which I labored much too hard
Long-sufferingly and on my guard
Against such swine who did their best
To do me in and put to rest
The one thing that has kept me blessed-
My life’s God-given purest quest
For now that I am wiser still
Since swallowing the bitter pill
Of world rejection and disgrace
A smile sustains my inner face
The one that only love can see
When e’er love looks inside of me
While others view my outer shell
And think that I am still in hell
Where worldly souls all curse and test
The seeking of my heaven quest
John Christopher
August 2 2005
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