Hands keep stave
And image turn horror
Now separated from earth
Far away you are carried
By the ungrateful
And deceitful death
No breath, no voice nor feeling
In the lake of tears I watch the scene
Hope your soul be in the right hand
And your memory book keeps my name
Though you left me in this ungrateful and painful world,
It is no longer the earth he created
And tell Jesus we await his return
Because earth is turning into hell.
I call my weeping messenger.
Copyright © Benyeakeh Miapeh | Year Posted 2021
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