Hands clenched,
knuckles white as snow!
Anger raises,
you can see the fiery glow!
By the sweat of my brow,
the ache of my back.
Every nickel, every dime,
they ruthlessly attack!
They take it all,
coldly they laugh.
"Im sorry sir,
on our behalf."
Such meaningless words,
never been spoken!
Not one cent left,
I'm terribly broken!
Than the moon shines bright,
as the candle light dims.
I notice something,
that's not so grim.
The door bells sound,
ripples through the sky.
my friend comes through,
with a love that's no lie.
The anger bellows,
as it feels its own death.
Calmness enters,
with every breath.
Thank you Lord,
to You be the glory.
Ill be alright,
for your Holy Holy Holy!
Author notes
Im broke financially cause the bank stinks :-P But God does not stink, and neither does the friends that I have! God has blessed me, and I am grateful. Im in His hands, and their I will stay!
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im sorry. ill be praying
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