Who
Who...
You, know who I am... ?.!
You know.
You may try to turn away,
but you can not.
The creator touched you,
before you were born.
You are marked by his hand,
and his way...
You can not say,
you do not know,
as you do,
in your soul.
The world is full of entertainment.
Ways to escape reality.
But there are no non-believers in the trenches of war,
in the hospitals, emergency rooms, and shelters...
the school still contains waves of prayers by children,
the churches, are confused and used by the "others"...
but do not make a mistake.
It is clear to every person that walks the earth,
there is only one... and his name is KING!
Stumble to the alter if you must,
but do not be too late.
There is a time for every season,
and the world has seen the beginning of winter,
the end of summer,
and the eternity of tomorrow.
Lift your eyes to heaven,
bow your knees and touch the ground,
before you are lifted to the sky.
If you do not,
you will simply ...
die.
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
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