Saturday, July 10, 2010

Reverence His Name

It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme
Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme;
Maintain your rank, vulgarity despise;
To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.
You would not swear upon the bed of death;
Reflect! Your Maker yet may stop your breath.
William Cowper

1 comment:

Roses

Thank You Sitka