Posted in Poems

My Bid

I sit on my bed
With nothing to give
I look out my window
While confused with my bid
I see the ice
Covering the ground
Like hearts of stone
Turned black by this
The slave-master continues his work with glee
While I find malicious monstrosity’s
I have helped him ruin my life
But I now defy
His gruesome might
I may be tortured
Martyred and threats
But I will not back down
From the man I love dearly
Jesus, you are my bid


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