Broken promises, broken dreams
Lost deferred hope and schemes
It’s not just 'the crossroads' anymore
As if being stuck in a boat without an anchor
Silly to misconstrue the repetitive pattern
Few value an arty person and friendship return
It’s a cold cloudy day, without comfort to share
Will that blooming sun ever free me from such care
It’s raining in the morning and even at night
These tears at mealtime just don't seem right
Just need 'some positive enlightening' signposts
Each day I surrender all to Father and Holy Ghost
Many think Christians have it perfect all the time
While many lions attack us far more than a crime
Perhaps in transition, it’s a form of death and letting-go
All the readjusting alignments for bright thoughts to show
Which do you think comes first?
Comments
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Many Christians have been eaten by the lions of satan but believe you me Satan just pukes them up and they go stright to Heaven to sit on God's hand (no thumbs). God bless you always.
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wow.... awesome poem!!! you did a great job on this!!! I really enjoyed reading it and I really missed reading your poetry!!!
Hugs,
Beth
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