Winds of Change
Humanity trudges an abject path,
falters and deteriorates with wrath.
Whirling winds press us onward to the end,
destroying our dreams, too mangled to mend.
Our goals once optimistic, full of hope,
now cast aside; we’re unable to cope.
Thrumming winds thrusting us roughly along,
hopelessly to where we ought not belong.
What power can fetch us from our foul fate?
What champion can engage and abate
whooshing winds that boldly bluster full force?
What hero will accept our deep remorse?
God can whisper the winds to alter course.
The Winds of Change – He is our saving source.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2020
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