Another small assortment of poetry

I was digging around today and came across these little rhymes, both written while in Church a couple years ago:

A poem for myself to mix rhyme with reason

The purest mind,
cannot tell,
of Adam's fate,
or whence he fell.

But I,
in simple ignorance,
have joy,
through his beneficence.

Dear God

Dear God,
What ever shall I do?
My forefathers were humbly strong in reverence to thee;
Can I be so too?

Is there a sacred citadel,
far from the reach of sin?
For if thou wilt, oh God, my God,
I would to dwell therein!

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