Protection
There's bars on my windows,
Locks on my doors,
Trying to stay safe,from neighborhood
horrors.
In this time of tribulation,
Not knowing friend from foe,
The need for locks and guns,
Has become the status quo.
It saddens me to remember,
The times from the past,
When my doors were open,
Welcoming all who might pass.
The only true protection,
In this evil land,
Is knowing my mind and soul,
Are safely in God's hands.
Copyright © Rev. Elizabeth Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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