God's Messengers
With Holy Bible in her hand.
With voice and fist
and all command.
She marched up-down
the carriage ways.
Convincing all, that
what she says,
was from the Holy Script.
Yes many carried on to chat.
Ignoring this old lady that,
with every glance
and every stare
saw light and hope
For all out there.
And echoed yet more reprimands
and firmly held her stance.
With Holy Bible in her hand.
And more, demanding reprimands.
This lady gave
but all a choice
to think, to listen, to restore?
How long man will you, still ignore?
Bless Your Holy voice.
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