Poems

Uriah The Hittite

Uriah the Hittite
Did no wrong
He did not follow
Along with David’s song

A song that became
A little child
Soon that died
A hurt not mild

The guilt was hard
The suffering long
If only these hadn’t
Come from being wrong

Cleanse me Lord
From where I’ve sinned
Wash me now
From where it was pinned

Restore the joy
Of my salvation
And thank you Lord
For a full restoration

Teresa Marie
3/12/14