Forgotten Lord
Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn,
old voices went astray
And fast on the morning of no return,
final judgment came to stay
Crashing like a wave was the prophet’s voice,
this time not to be ignored
Washing away all excuse and false remorse
with damnation—forgotten Lord
(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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