Ashes
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Ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
How many times have we heard this?
on TV, in a play, in a movie…
Have you ever read it in the bible?
The very book of life!
He that made all things,
you, me and the trees,
is the true creator.
Sadly the high in chair,
stare into the dark willingly.
They are using You.
Those in the seat of power.
They speak Your precious word,
to bludgeon others into their own belief.
Not the truth at all,
But a miss-happen, miss-shapen, explosion,
of warped possibilities all gone wrong,
culminating in a virus that closed down,
the whole world!
Now we watch as our friends pass.
Now we take note,
if not too late;
that people are worth more than money,
that hurting others is a bad thing,
that killing unborn babies is a sin,
and murder is murder…
regardless of reason.
We need to bow are heads,
and know that our prayers…
are desperate.
This will pass, stay inside, God is real...
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2020
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