The Ukraine
The Ukraine
Miracle Man
3/3/2022
A line has been drawn faint in the sand,
because a world bully wants another’s land.
Bursting projectiles now highlight the sky,
bomb sheltered children are questioning why?
The world has condemned this bully’s stance,
yet daily his troops, continue their advance.
The stench of death now permeates the air,
and believers spend much time in prayer.
Today, a million people have fled their land,
many remain to fight and die at his hand.
What these people are seeing can’t be unseen,
burned in their memories is a war machine.
Already they long for the life once known,
before this bully’s war had become full-blown.
Today, our world is getting more uncertain,
pointing to the end when God pulls the curtain?
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