As David Felt . . . (Contest / You keep Track of All My Tears)
“Shall I perish by Saul’s hand?…
Maybe I should flee this land.
Escape his flying pointed spear,
of wall piercings I’ve come to fear.
Maybe I should flee this land.
Escape his flying pointed spear,
of wall piercings I’ve come to fear.
Yes, my harp did soothe his soul.
Yet, in jealousy he lost control
So I’m wandering in darkness cold
so as to daybreaks continue to behold.
Here my plea, my cry for help.
Collect my tears my sorrows dealt.
I have knelt to petition thee
for my life in sweet victory.
Like a shadow passing through,
as my forefathers before me flew
pen my name inside your book.
In your memory;… Not overlooked.
Contest / You keep Track of All My Tears
You keep track pf all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in a bottle. You have recorded each one in your book Psalms 56:8
You keep track pf all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in a bottle. You have recorded each one in your book Psalms 56:8
In this contest write me a beautiful poem using the above prompt. Your poem should be no longer than 16 lines no shorter than 12. In simple laymen terms. Rhyme or free verse both welcome.
ITH & SB 