christian poetry

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
very well, you liberals
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
do the boys and girls still go
she heard the children playing in the sun
i stand in the cold gray weather
a few more windy days
this is the arsenal
gingham dog and the calico cat
if it
tell me not
moonlight deep and tender
simply speaking