Oh Lord Bless Us
She was washed up,
Her wings were crumpled,
Her body covered in blood and bruises,
An angel should never look that way.
Oh Lord bless her.
He was washed up,
His wings were cut,
His body a mask of defensive scars,
An angel should never feel that kind of pain.
Oh Lord bless him.
She woke up minutes later,
Tears streaming down her cheeks,
Without a word, she traced every bruise she had,
She smeared herself with the blood covering her hands.
Oh Lord bless her.
He woke up minutes later
A frown across his forehead
With a startle, he felt the scars he had,
He felt the half wings he now had, he cringed.
Oh Lord bless him.
She looked to her side,
Noticed a familiar sight,
It was hurt, scarred, without dignity.
Fear, fear of treading around unfamiliar territory.
Oh Lord bless him.
He looked to his side
Noticed a sight he hadn’t seen before,
It was hurt, scarred, still with dignity.
Tearful yet strong eyes around familiar territory.
Oh Lord bless her.
She stood up,
Limping, she reached to where he was,
Slowly stretched her hand out,
To help him up.
Resistant he held out his.
And thought to himself “oh Lord bless her”.
She slowly draped,
Put him up against her shoulder,
And walked him slowly to a rock.
They sat, she tired, he exhausted.
Oh Lord bless them.
She looked him in the eyes,
And slowly said. “I have been here you see,
All these trials, I have experienced it all;
Retribution, distress, anxiety. I know it all”
You have to ask the Lord to bless you, to bless us.
You see, “I was told I am a woman,
As I was told in the wise words of a great lyricist:
A really strong woman accepts the war she went through
And is ennobled by her scars”
I fall down, yes. But I always get up.
No matter how hard it is.
And ask for the Lord to bless me.
You see, “I am a woman,
And I can tell you were never stomped down,
Maybe you were the one who did the stomping before;
But it’s alright, we all make mistake”
The Lord will bless us from learning from them.
So do not cringe;
Wipe that defeated look on your face,
I will help you, that’s why we go through this.
Yes, us woman. To help others heal.
To help others cope, we are the core of every life.
We were blessed highly by the almighty.
So do not despair my friend,
All you have to do is ask.
Ask the Lord to bless us………
Copyright © Herzel Poshiwa | Year Posted 2014
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