Faithful Daughters
I’ve set upon the waters
And crossed the open sea,
I’ve had your faithful daughters
come back home to me.
Here, there are towers to climb
A place to shed your fears,
only if you’ve taken time
to wipe away your tears.
show your lonely face
look toward the rising sun,
show the human race
that you are not done.
who is the native son
with risen hand held high,
where is the earthly run
that bids the soul goodbye.
sheltered by a steaming shroud
from earth’s own griping leer,
raise up to be the cloud
and fill the skies with tear.
Wash away the beating cloak
fend off the years of strife,
take up the mighty yoke
his load will give you life.
Donald A. Yates ©2010 all rights reserved.
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