Caressed By the Lord
How does He know when I am
hurting inside?
And He sends a fellow human
to me, that holds my soul in
their hands with a loving tide.
His forgiveness is endless!
His love, overwhelming divine.
Yet the sea of His creation turns
their hardened backs on Him.
His words neither followed, let
alone ever read.
And humanity, oh humanity!
So shocked when the streets
run crimson with bloodshed!
Seven hundred of His creations
will be slaughtered each day.
You, yes. you, with contest wins,
trophies and your beautiful quill.
Remember, reflect and be still!
For you were once one of the
unborn, too!
Choose all you do wisely then,
according to His will.
August 15, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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