Sonnet I (Petrarchian): God

November 22, 2012
When my skies have turned to black
and my heart so
Ever cold. When my happiness has ran,
And all I hear is can't instead of
When I can't hide, yet that is all
I know.
Outside I'm fine, but this is all
a show.
My time is short, I need a better
Who can hep me and make me better
I am? Who can wash me as white as

He shed his blood to wash away my
He is the kind of kings and Lord
of Lords.
When I fall down he picks me up
time and
Time again. He won't let the devil
I have the Bible to use as a sword
With help I'll make it to the
promise land.

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