Through the perils of the dark lord's hand,
your soul had become ensnared,
and yet on this, the darkest eve of the year,
a single truth flashed like a flare.
In rising through your troubled mind,
to end torment within,
by speaking honestly for once,
let your healing now begin.
No more will Satan's heart control
your every dream or wish
for now with open eyes, you can
know the truth as this....
I would use all the silver
ever made or invented
if I thought that it would mean
your cancer could be prevented.
I'd approach the Lord on bended knee,
repeatedly, every single day,
with all the silver I possess
if he'd take your pain away.
Sister, I'd trade away my own treasure,
if only your sweet soul I could buy
from Satan's grasp and then I would
give it to the Lord on High.
I'd withdraw it from posessive dark thoughts,
to save you from perdition -
Come closer now, sister dear,
come closer .. and, just listen...






i'm glad that it flowed okay- i often wonder when I'm writing if it's too stilted to read, but looking back now, i think it's okay.
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