Song 5.7 |Walls

The watchmen, always studying;
That went about the city, prowling.
Found me, in the heat of my desire;
They smote me, with their pride.
They wounded me, with their words.
The keepers of the walls, unwilling to listen
took away my veil, laughed at me, and
from me, walked away.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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