There Is a Wind
There is a wind,
an ageless wind,
blowing with a malevolent motive,
sweeping susceptible souls-
a multitude of them-
like pieces of paper
to where they abhor to be.
I know I possess no power
on my own
to withstand this wind,
but I beseech thee,
oh Lord,
grant me grace
not to waver,
but to stand solidly
till the trumpet sounds
or till my earthly journey ends.
Copyright © Anthony Obaro | Year Posted 2013
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