Innocence

Rarest light – ever bright,

surrounds the slight of years…

pure as dew before mingled with earth

without voice speaks of joy’s guiltless tears

 

Though born in sin, and tainted within…

the heart by sins cords not yet bound;

The sting of death that steals of breath,

its mark has not yet found

 

Why have you not gazed upon cursed fruit

from the womb of disobedience spawned?

But the awareness of evil has not yet

on the conscience of innocence dawned…

 

Authored by: Stephen Hare

Copyright © 1986 All rights

 

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