Folly, folly, folly,
I knew Father’s will
I disobeyed, I went astray
I paved my own way
Through the dark underbrush
Or across the scorching desert
Trudging along the bottom of the sea
When all of this time it could have been
Easy
To follow the law of the Lord
To live in His house all my days
To sing His praises
To do things the right way
How easy would it have been to
Follow the law of the household
To live in his house all my days
To sing his praises and
To do things the right way?
Impossible. For my father is not
My Father.
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Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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