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O Blessed One
Sitting so high upon your throne
Thinking life stings only those below
What a surprise you had
When the world came crashing down
Around your head
Throne crushed and body bruised
Feeling used and defeated
Pick up the broken pieces
The world all topsy-turvy
You angry and not listening
It’s the past let it go
The present is what matters
Future yet too far to know
Don’t try to straighten it out
Just follow the curves and bend
Get off the broken throne
And take down the shield of pride
You will win no wars with that only create
Let the tears flow and water your precious soul
The world is crashing down around you
That doesn’t mean you have to fall too
Dannica Dufur