Open all blind shutters,
let words flood … no stutters,
no crippling, disease,
Lord I pray … Lord please.
Another soul leaps,
in angels' arms weeps,
long before its' time …
human kind reeks, seeps.
Cease suffering of all
reborn … at your beck, call.
Warmongers—his'try—
shuffled us misery.
Before a child speaks,
in angels' arms weeps,
long before its' time …
our true nature peeks.
People, weary and worn,
question why they were born—
to bleed, suffer, die …
revenge, for a lie?
Another soul leaps,
in angels' arms weeps,
long before its' time …
human kind reeks, seeps.
Why should people be meek
when they feel so darn weak?
Humanity, crude,
can be hostile, rude.
Before a child speaks,
in angels' arms weeps,
long before its' time …
our true nature peeks.
Hatred, loosed, brings war
which can rage evermore.
We belong to You—
let love reign anew
lest more folks sleep …
are with You—for keeps.
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He Keeps Me is a devotional journey of revelation and insight birthed out of prayer.Searching the Word of God revealed the many ways that He has kept me and continues to keep me. Each day is an opportunity to recognize that God is mindful of you, eve
This one packs with powerful feelings and emotions. Most heartfelt indeed.
Sandie May Angel
Feel your heart and soul in this one!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Absolutely splendid...
Peter