James Marshall Goff Poet Lyric

Three

three Angels laughed 
at everday hardships
bathed in the light
of eternal Grace

misdeeds, distrusts
goodwill interrupted

all are welcome
at His Holy Place

when righteous paths
are twisted with lies
and darkness swallows
impossible hope

remember the words
an old warrior sang
as the gates of glory
came into sight

he held up three fingers
we asked him "why?"

he said he "I see Three"
we knew soon
he'd be free

three Angels laughed
at every hardships
bathed in the light
of eternal Grace

misdeeds, distrusts
goodwill interrupted

all are welcome
at His Holy Place

when righteous paths
are twisted with lies
and darkness swallows
impossible hope

remember the words
an old warrior sang
as the gates of glory
came into sight

he held up three fingers
we asked him "why?"

he said " I see Three"
we knew soon
he'd be free

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Joyce Johnson March 24, 2014 at 7:55 PM a worthwhile read. I am glad Soap posted it for us. Love, Joyce

Constance La France August 7, 2009 at 7:10 PM Its a beautiful song, of three.. and thanks for your comment on my poem, I know it is sad, but that is me, I must write the pain, to release it...

Carolyn Devonshire May 9, 2009 at 8:10 PM Wow, James, I see what you mean. I read this a couple months ago before I became more familiar with your writing. I had no idea this was a true story about your father. God bless you for sharing this with me. Now I have some positive vibes to carry me through the night. Spiritual poems like this absolutely thrill me!!! Love you! Carolyn

Nicholas Westerhausen March 19, 2009 at 12:52 PM i liked this poem. the rhyme and message are easy to read and ridden with truth respectively. in love, nick

L'Nass Shango March 16, 2009 at 7:31 AM For every trinity of truth there is the counterfeit of the brute, and precious is the faith we are given, that after questions, we still find our heaven. Great poem!

Lena Townsend March 14, 2009 at 8:31 PM What a wonderful write. Inspiring and sad but perfect in form. The end leaves the reader with so much hope and a sense of peace. So beautiful. Adding to my favorietes. Smiles from Lolita

Sara Lokken March 14, 2009 at 1:25 PM Very inspirational. I would, like the angels, like to know the answers to the whys in my life. Smile. Thanks for your comments. Best wishes, Sara:)

Laurie Ginn March 14, 2009 at 12:13 PM Amazing write, when darkness swallows impossible hope, great line.

Frank F. Atanacio March 14, 2009 at 11:08 AM wow I love this piece fav of mine now

Christopher Higgins March 14, 2009 at 11:02 AM P.S.... I am going to dig deep to find something to write...very inspiring piece.

Christopher Higgins March 14, 2009 at 11:01 AM James, I read this again and after your soup mail my heart is breaking.. This is even more powerful with the meaning behind it. I won't say it but goodness friend I definetly want more of this.. I am honestly tearing up at this.. very close to me is this one..respect..truly.

Carolyn Devonshire March 14, 2009 at 10:38 AM James, I agree with Christopher. This poem takes us on a journey with the "old warrior." Nice work! Love, Carolyn

Christopher Higgins March 14, 2009 at 10:27 AM This is wonderful to read..I felt I was reading a story and I was searching for more at the end.. well written piece.