IMG_5932On Frankfield Hill
A place of worship
For the soul, a warship
A modest refuge of plank and twine
As potent as the Nativity of Constantine
On Frankfield Hill

On Frankfield Hill
The doors always open
In your heart to let hope in
Bring forth your transgressions
Lay bare your confessions
On Frankfield Hill

On Frankfield Hill
No gold nor myrrh as tribute to Him
But millstones and troubles and lights going dim
And despite your promises of never again
He knows you will fail as will all men
On Frankfield Hill He forgives you, Amen. #Jamaica #Poem #Church #Worship

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