
This poem is about relaying on God's power to get through hard times.Reviews are welcome.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 157 - Published: 10-07-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2958845
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Creating chaos is a disease
that is contagious and Jesus
is nowhere to be found in the
world. Unsecured and careless,
society accepts whatever with
arms wide open in the sign of
a cross unaware that the body
of Christ may be broken. Common
sense doesn't exist anymore, this
is nonsense. This doesn't make any
sense at all, why is everyone so intense?
Buildings collapse and cancer patients along
with recovering alcoholics experience a relapse.
This is nonsense, I can't erase my name off of
Satan's hit list. This doesn't make any sense at
all, why do humans have to fall from grace all of
the time? Times are hard right now, but I will
never stop showing my appriecation for God
my family and friends. God's power in which is
a higher power much more greater than you and
me will be able to hold us together forever, my soul.
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