The Winged Warrior Upon the Willows Course Part 2
I ran towards the great giant, his limbs strong and green The two bottom-most limbs, where I would do my aerial trapeze! I'd grab the bottom one and swing, my legs up over the higher one, once there hang upside down, like a bat, That morning, I found out the hard way. Running fast towards the weeping willow, then leaping towards the first limb, in the preceding seconds I heard don’t, from a deep voice and then I heard it will break, by a lighter voice and another deep voice but it was not the first one nor the second, It said, no it won’t. Well, I grabbed the limb swung my feet hard, to reach the second limb. The first one broke. I fell, laying on back my breath knocked out of me and I heard. Now what will you do? Struggling for a gasp of air but nothing was there. This is the first time this had ever happened and I was filled with such fear. Thinking and this loudly, in my head LORD, then I could breathe again. There is the child’s imagination and then there is truth. God, angels, demons and reason God warns and the angels help but the devil always lies and mocks The moral is when you hear the truth believe and heed or lay breathless under the willow tree When playing upon dead sallows It is always your choice, of course to believe and heed the hallows
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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