Columns arent made like they used to.
Pillars to hold up the roof-
from falling on us.
Strong, understatement
He led us to our God; held
the shelter of our lineage.
Weak, what he believed himself to be.
Why are you downcast on my soul? In it
he is perfected.
All perfected in love. And you're the man who
raised my other pillar, edifier.
And when I left your
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