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God's people
He, a homeless man, sat silently awake
Looking no where
A lost soul too tired to fake
Knowing fear
Lord have mercy
He, a young man, sat angry at interruption
Entitlement in his pose
He batters the room with his verbal disruption
Raining woe down on the rose
Lord have mercy
She, a sweet woman, sat with sighs
Upon her face
Her cries
A state of grace
Lord have mercy
I sit and watch and write it all down
Looking to the sky
I know how it all will sound
And God will hear my cry
Lord have mercy
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