LIKE WITCHCRAFT
Each drop of blood that fell into the soil,
A dream much greater than the mighty earth
Had birth, so let our country lose her pain
Thus to rebuild, like witchcraft, her true worth.
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MY STORY
Publish my story in book-form I shall,
That it may be a lesson from the first
For mankind; Loss and suffering for months,
And such oppression! My heart could have burst!
**
MY FATHER
O father, we remember you so well,
Your name engraved in our hearts down the years.
You brought us up in piety: You should
Not fret, for faith should remove your fears.
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THE DOOR OF HOPE
If Noah’s Ark had not been built at all
What would have happened to our goodly earth?
To have the door of hope still open, we
Must now repent, and pray for all our worth.
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HOW FORTUNATE I AM
How fortunate I am, my heart delights;
I fell in love with such a lovely blonde
With eyes of blue, a relic in her face
Existing, as in jade, myself in bond.
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TO BE PROUD
My country must exist just as it should,
And fearing only God, and being proud,
With not a soul determining its lot,
No matter where the people go to crowd.
**
JESUS
A cold night with no stars or candles in
A manger; wherein hay, and most forlorn,
Upon a bed of straw, the Virgin lay
Her baby Jesus who, that night, was born.
**
A DREAM
I had a great dream, O my Lebanon,
That you were laughing and delighted in
The mountains and the coast where peace prevailed,
And those who left returned unto their kin.
**
Each drop of blood that fell into the soil,
A dream much greater than the mighty earth
Had birth, so let our country lose her pain
Thus to rebuild, like witchcraft, her true worth.
**
MY STORY
Publish my story in book-form I shall,
That it may be a lesson from the first
For mankind; Loss and suffering for months,
And such oppression! My heart could have burst!
**
MY FATHER
O father, we remember you so well,
Your name engraved in our hearts down the years.
You brought us up in piety: You should
Not fret, for faith should remove your fears.
**
THE DOOR OF HOPE
If Noah’s Ark had not been built at all
What would have happened to our goodly earth?
To have the door of hope still open, we
Must now repent, and pray for all our worth.
**
HOW FORTUNATE I AM
How fortunate I am, my heart delights;
I fell in love with such a lovely blonde
With eyes of blue, a relic in her face
Existing, as in jade, myself in bond.
**
TO BE PROUD
My country must exist just as it should,
And fearing only God, and being proud,
With not a soul determining its lot,
No matter where the people go to crowd.
**
JESUS
A cold night with no stars or candles in
A manger; wherein hay, and most forlorn,
Upon a bed of straw, the Virgin lay
Her baby Jesus who, that night, was born.
**
A DREAM
I had a great dream, O my Lebanon,
That you were laughing and delighted in
The mountains and the coast where peace prevailed,
And those who left returned unto their kin.
**
