Poems from Zachary Harris
Twenty years upon this earthThe latter fifteen,Of second birthAnd each day numbered with grace To give me legs to run this raceWith toils...
I tremble at my disposition
because before this God
I am but a worm
worn out in my rebellion
and yet a criminal and a felon
So why do I...
I am flawless and yet deformed
A walking paradox
Twice have I been born
Two natures in me walk
For born was I in death
Walking as a...
Dear brother, I wrote this poem to and for you.
A man closes his treasured book
Thinking upon a lesson
In exodus from his nook
He leaves...
I want You Lord
And though I have faulted
Help me to say,
"Be Thou exalted."