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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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