What Hath God Wrought?

Sending a telegram
I walked to the office mourning the loss of my hope
Lost and contemptible, my inexpressible worry
So surely

Sending a telegram
For I felt downtrod, I wrote one to God for help
The needless verbosity ended up costing me dear

Mercy, pity, peace and love wait
Open arms embrace reprobate moon and stars
Nestled under downy redwing
Safe in sound in sunlight glaring patiently



Credits
Writer(s): George Cordell
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