I haven’t lived, till I understand, the inheritance of the Meek
How vain of me, my Lord, to think I could do, do without you
I look out in the world and see the signs, with the very eyeballs, you gave to me
I see the earth and
Chaplain's poem for Gregory
My friend passed away, oh Mr. Gregory,
his lot fell to a place he didn't want to be.
But he called me brother and I belonged
I called hIm brother and he belonged.
People told me his faults, I saw the good.
People saw my faults but