Good News
Good News
Every day I get up and pray,
Lord... please...
some good news for a change.
Something worth saying to my family,
to my friends,
something worth sharing,
that is lovely.
The TV talks empty words,
concerning people in high power,
that bask in the hour,
of their fame,
at the cost of their soul...
It is a great game.
The truth is full proof,
and written in the word,
that can not be stirred,
by hysteria.
The real Good news is you, Lord King.
That is my news.
That is the information I place great faith in.
It is the tipping point,
between...
their evil and their efforts,
against what is and what will be.
They will lose and they know it.
It makes them ever more dangerous.
The days are numbered,
and counting slowly down,
to the point,
the riders will be seen
by all.
No one will be able to look away.
Yet, for today...
Please...
Lord... Please,
we long for your ease,
to save us from the lies
of the spies
of evil.
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