In Descrimanent Love
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When a Mother gives' Birth
She give's it with Love
She sore's to the High Heaven
To the Christ,
Fore She is giving birth
A gift from above...
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Such a complication device
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Devised by God
In order to herd His children
For that traipse to eternity
And only Heaven knows
When that will be.....
For they are awaiting
Their return...
To that honorable place
Among He
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Yes, the Mother gives' Birth
A gift to the World
Rather it be a baby boy
Or maybe,
A baby girl...
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Their love is so innocent
Innocent and free
Shaped and molded by
The like's of you and me
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Yes, they are our
Hope's and dream's
For the next generation
Marred by frustration
Self-loathe and indignation
Yet, they do follow threw
To start a new nation
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A nation to be
A nation of one
One where people
Shall be delivered
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All soon to become One
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Where the Will of Christ
Shall be done'
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For this is their Heaven
And this is their Earth
Fighting twin evil inclination
Just awaiting the time of
Restoration...
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Where the lineage of time
Is their only Salvation
Another simple case of
The blind leading the blind
In hopes' and dreams'
In contemplation
GF
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
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