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Mar 12, 2008
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Thank God
At the head of His church
Stands a most splendid altar.
Made, of the smoothest marble,
Adorned by most wondrous things.
And each day
There is a procession;
A cortege unto the Lord's table,
Where they come to show;
Their love, joy and gratitude.
The actor sings, “Not worthy!”
And lays his Oscar down.
The painter sings, “My Lord!”
And lays his oeuvre down.
The mother sings, “Praise be!”
And lays her children down.
The president sings, “Hail Hail!”
And lays his country down.
Thanks be to God.
— Kieran Nelson, Mar 12, 2008
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Conect11
18 years 2 months ago
thanks for
eric ashford
18 years 2 months ago
Hi Kairan the poem ends (for
Kieran Nelson
18 years 2 months ago
I’ve amended it as you
eric ashford
18 years 2 months ago
Its working for me now
Kieran Nelson
18 years 2 months ago
That’s a good idea Eric,
eric ashford
18 years 2 months ago
Forgot to mention that you
Kieran Nelson
18 years 2 months ago
Well what I’ve done is
eric ashford
18 years 2 months ago
:-) Okay. Well poemed. eric
Candlewitch
18 years 2 months ago
My two cents worth: You
Kieran Nelson
18 years 2 months ago
Thanks for your comments