| Iron Fist |
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There you stand, with iron fist About to crush the fragile rose; Petals trampled underfoot Are those that you considered foes. Dare you stand in place of God? The beauty will you cruelly grind? As you stand with kingly pride Have you discovered God's own mind? Rose of His creation It's precious in the Father's eyes He would not have damaged it - That lovely flower you despise. Lest you be misled, my friend, Be careful ere you trample it, When you stand at Heaven's throne You'll be before the Infinite! |
© Benjamin Graber
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