Tell Me Who Do You Say That I Am

Earning our living we went lands near, far Masters, slaves all alike life we enjoyed; Then came pandemic - poison in nectar Abandoned by masters, all joy destroyed. Migrate! No commuters; we got perplexed Every small automobile we got filled; Like chickens in little coops we journeyed Reaching home was only aim we possessed. Some gave food; some shelter; some smiled plenty Corona, human error, seemed empty; Humans, creatures, even shade of a tree All reflected your kind heart brilliantly. Lord Jesus, you are changer of hard times Lord Jesus, you are giver of new aims. 04/23/2021 Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose |