Pandemic
Nervous stress rooted in fear
Wounds the heart and the ear;
Speaks loud and rough,
Yes, life is tough
Even for those so dear
Not caring who may hear.
Afflicted, out of control
Needing the auto-police-control.
This drunken sin to stop,
The selfish bubble to pop!
Can the bad-self be buried like Jesus,
Then new birth of God's life in us?
Miracles happen, they must!
Be rid of the festering and pussed
Separations and pandemic!
The healing will be epic!
We must look to the One
Who carried the ton
The loving Creator God
Who also came, our shoes to shod
In Jesus our way He trod
Forever redeemed us all
As only to Him we call.
Copyright © Helen Reimer | Year Posted 2021
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