I may have nothing left But only whispered prayers Solitary Receiving glancing stares Still somehow I move forward
Tediously, One foot in front Of the other I feel the words Behind my back As they gather Outloud and/or In the silence
Satan Demons Their cloud forms But, Words can crush A soul, You know
Yet Another cloud Rolls down From above Made only of Pure light Cleared for Human sight If you desire To see
I clap my hands In glee In joy run forth Christ steps Out To walk His Usual course
With only one smile Raises his hands Words from between His fingers fall To water all Earth’s dry, parched Corrupted lands Bringing New Life!
So follow His Brightened, Light-filled words Glistening on The path ahead To find your Holy God And you will Have done your duty Fulfilled your sacred job!!
SoulSails 