Vincent Flannery Poet Rhyme

A Line In the Sand

Where do you draw the line, a line that's not yours to draw
Standing there sipping the wine, all with one common flaw
With different DNA inside with a difference they can't see
The opposite of God is pride whereas the soul is not free 

In the great numbers alone, man's greatest killing machine
Where the truth is unknown by being so well kept unseen
The mentality of the crowd, as they stand in line to vote
Oh the clanging of the proud repeating such a sour note

We will all meet our end but hopefully not as the unborn
The baby begins to bend and then eventually being torn
There is no poetic line in being so many people don't see
Drunk upon a wicked wine, you needn't pour one for me 

I still recognize His Creation in so praising the Creator
A living hell in a once great nation, so in need of a cure
I can only pray, that all will see the truth of their hearts
Hoping they find God's Way before their own life departs


He's got the little bitty baby in his hands.

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Dorian Petersen Potter January 27, 2016 at 5:13 PM Beautiful pen Vincent! A 7! Wishing you a lovely day! In his light God bless you!:) D. Vincent Flannery January 28, 2016 at 1:35 PM Thank You Dorian. The Lord often confirms my writing as He did today with not just the song, He has the whole world in his hands, but I turned it on at exactly the second verse . That he's got the little bitty baby in his hands. Can't tell you the last time I heard that song. God bless you too Dorian.