Lost Heart
There is a deep sadness in my heart.The precious lambs of God,
are turning into fierce wolves.
The gracious blessings we use to greet one another with,
are filled with the wickedness of lost souls.
Lord; can you hear my cry.
Would you intervene,
on behalf of your Saints.
My father let the stormy rains blow,
and cleanse our lands.
And fill our Lives with Love,
and Blessings,
to each and everyone of our Neighbors.
Trevon 2012
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