Saved
Some folks wallow in power, yet seem cold
Some souls have softened callous hearts.
Somewhere, a mother and her baby lay dying
Mud, sweat, tears, and blood, baked.
Somewhere a father has sacrificed his life
Jungle, swamp, dessert, he's no faint of heart.
Sometimes he goes shirtless
Cloaks the very ones he loves.
Sometimes he's saddled with several lives
His wife and he lift eyes to heaven skies.
Somehow, they reach the clearing, but lo!
The path bends like road to eternity.
Somehow, his earthly savings keep dwindling
But the starry night streams new hope.
Some days they stumble to valleys low, yet rise
Some days the warmth of sun seem most forgiving.
Someone in quiet confines, whispers a prayer for souls unknown
Someone is sponsoring an addict. Some folks sponsor migrants.
Suddenly, all good things work together for souls saved
Suddenly, sea of clarity shows horizon, where solace beckons.
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