ONCE WAS ENOUGH
 CONCEIVED I WAS
 IN UNFELT PAIN
 I STARTED DESCENDING
 LIKE DROPS OF RAIN
 AND DOWN TO EARTH
 AS A SWORD, I FELL
 WHILE HEAVEN CRIED
 AND SO DID HELL
 I LEFT THE GLORY
 AND FOUND THE DIRT
 I TASTED LOVE
 WHICH BROUGHT THE HURT
 AND MY LIFE STARTED
 TO BRING THE END
 AND I CRIED, BLOOD STAINED
 FOR WAYWARD MEN
 MY MOTHER HELD ME
 MY FATHER TURNED
 MY MIND, REPLAYING
 THE THINGS I'D LEARNED
 AND ALL THE WHILE
 THE SHADOWS GREW
 AROUND THE BLIND ONES
 WHO SAW THE TRUE
 THE ONES WHO HATED
 THE ONES WHO LIED
 AND TORE MY GARMENTS
 THERE AS I CRIED
 THE PAIN I BORE THEN
 NO ONE COULD MEASURE
 NO MAN  APPRAISES
 THE THINGS I TREASURE
 FOR IN THAT DARKNESS
 I HUNG ALONE
 AND PRAYED FOR STRENGTH
 AND WEPT FOR HOME
  EARTH SPLIT ASUNDER
 THE HEAVENS RANG
 BLIND EYES WERE OPENED
 AND CHILDREN SANG
 BUT IN THAT MOMENT
 OF UNKNOWN DEATH
 MY LUNGS EXPELLED
 THAT MORTAL BREATH
 AND I AWAKENED
 IN CAVERNS DEEP
 WHERE MEN RAN SCREAMING
 AND DID NOT SLEEP
 THEY KNEW MY NAME THERE
 THEY KNEW MY FACE
  THOUGH THEY'D NEVER SEEN ME
 OR KNOWN MY GRACE
 AND I BEHELD THEM
 AND HUNG MY HEAD
 WITH SORROW BURDENED
 FOR THE TRULY DEAD
 ACROSS THE CHASM
 I SAW THE OTHERS
 MY LOVED ONES, WAITING
 MY FRIENDS, MY BROTHERS
 THEY SAW ME COMING
 THEIR HANDS, THEY RAISED
 THEY DANCED IN JOY
 MY NAME, THEY PRAISED
 I TOOK THEM WITH ME
 UP TO THE SKY
 NO MORE TO SUFFER
 NO MORE TO DIE
 ASCENDING NOW
 FROM THAT DESCENT
 I FOUND THOSE TO WHICH
 I HAD BEEN SENT
 AND LIKE THE LIGHTNING
 AND LIKE THE RAIN
 THE GLORY FELL
 AND HEALED THE PAIN
 TO AN ANCIENT PLACE
 AND ALL IT'S PLEASURES
 I CARRIED ALL 
 MY EARTHLY TREASURES
 AND MANY HUNGRY
 FOR THE LOVE I GIVE
 WILL BE TRANSPORTED
 TO THE PLACE I LIVE
 VESSELS OF LIGHT
 WHO'VE KEPT THE VOW
 WILL BE TRANSFIGURED
 THOUGH CLAY FORMED NOW
 AND COUNTLESS CHILDREN
 LIKE GRAINS OF SAND
 WILL LIVE FOREVER
 WITHIN MY HANDS
 WOULD I DO IT OVER?
 THE DEATH FOR SIN?
 A MILLION TIMES
 I'D DIE FOR MEN
 BUT THERE'S NO NEED
 TO AGAIN, REBUFF
 HELL'S POWER IS BROKEN
 ONCE WAS ENOUGH.
 ©BY Voo
 MAY 1, 2011
 12:37 A.M.
 during a storm
WITHOUT HIM
sung by Elvis Presley, my cousin
a beautiful song that was written
by my other cousin, Mylon LeFevre
when he was 17 yrs old..................
sung by Elvis Presley, my cousin
a beautiful song that was written
by my other cousin, Mylon LeFevre
when he was 17 yrs old..................


That is such a powerful poem, Voo! I felt each word as I listened to His voice as it spoke to me while I read!.......Yes! His voice!
ReplyDeleteI would love to save it, and share it with others with your permission.... many would whatever experience they would get from it...... Thanks for sharing this!
D’ Sal
of course you may
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