Go Slow My Lord

Go Slow My Lord

By Shannan Humphrey

Go slow my Lord. Wait upon me, see my feet are lame. My legs lack strength. My feeble knees shake and knock. My thighs have not brought forth their power. My waist is fastened by a string.

In my belly are found the pods of pigs.

In my lungs there is a shortness of breath. In my heart deceit. My arms hang down and they barely lack strength to beg a morsel.

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