Patricia Bradford Poems

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, sweetest name I know
Oh Lord, what would have become of me
If you had not loved me so?
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The World I said passed away today,
But I had really died along the way.
Prejudice, hate, jealousy, pain
Was not something I could explain.
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How tiny you were when you were born.
With pretty long fingernails,
And so inquisive and bright.
I never wanted to let you out of my sight.
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