Vision of the World
Behold, I saw the vision of the world
Smoldering in the ashes of hate
utterly consumed with terrors
Beaten, ragged and worn
blood touching blood
The gleam of liberty’s lamp dimmed
by the smoke of her burning
wail over her; wail and mourn
For the smoke of her torment
hath reached to heaven
I turned and looked again,
I saw the vision of the world
Hope birthed in the heart of man
Strength of an indomitable will
Faith’s torch glowing bright
Freedoms light burning warm
Copyright © Lori Lucas Mcclure | Year Posted 2012
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