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Tuesday, March 29, 2022

Why art though so kind

 Unworthy my lord unworthy,

Unworthy this whole mankind,

Lord why art thou gracious,

My lord why art thou so kind.


Thy gifts are innumerable,

How can I count,

Just open my eyes,

Lest I may discount.


This poem was written on the 7th of December 1993.

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