Lance Gremillion's Poetry

Just Us Four
 
To you,
To Me, 
To us three and Thee,
Forever More;
with God's help.
For every though,
For every breath and step,
may we survive;
With God's help, 
Forever More.
We cannot work,
We cannot speak, 
We even cannot live,
For we are weak; 
Unless of ourselves we give.
With pain and hurt
We thrive for scores,
Forever More.

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Our Father

Our Father, Who art Great!
Who took time for our land.
Our Father, Who art Great!
Who did only, all by hand. 
Our Father, Who art Great!
Who did in a six day span.
Our Father, Who art Great! 
Who created this for man.
Our Father, Who art Great!
Who on the seventh raised no hand.
Our Father, Who art Great! 
Who on the Sabbath is praised so grand;
Our Father, Thou art all Great.