Vincent Flannery Poet Rhyme

Seeing Through the Pane

You know, she just had enough pulled every which way
It had all turned into stuff and was only causing dismay
Everyday being the same never ever seeming to change
And who to blame for something she couldn't rearrange

With nothing left to draw upon for it was all pushed aside
All her dreams were gone as she just sat there and cried
When an Angel appeared on the other side of the window
And as the Angel neared It's warmth seemed only to grow

Filling her with a Joy inside that she had never felt before
Something that couldn't be denied and she couldn't ignore
As this Glorious Angel spoke each word filled up her soul
Suddenly she'd awoke seeing the importance of her role

A Mother, a Wife, Aunt, Friend so many people loved her
Some words can mend us back to the way that we were
I myself, I believe her story because I've seen a change
And I know with God's Glory such things aren't strange

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Joanna Daniel May 1, 2016 at 6:35 AM Many times we forget that God cares for us inspite of what we are:) Vincent Flannery May 3, 2016 at 2:29 PM So true. He never stops loving us and is constantly calling us. I pray more will come to know this. I think of the thief on the cross with Jesus. In one simple instance of asking for forgiveness, he was given Heaven. It's not through works but faith alone. The works certainly count, but not in getting in. That is by faith alone. God Bless.