Cut off my tongue
If nothing comes good of my lips,
full me back to where I seat,
If nothing happen for years past
of my age, take me back to where
I started
let me stumble my feet and hold
your arm, for I come with only my
hope and prayer that you will
always be in my side, listening and
letting my strength to touch your
delight of love forever
I have come to worship my Lord …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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