Quatrain Peace Poems | Quatrain Poems About Peace

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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The Peace of Wild Things

Alone and left to contemplate, 
had I a pair of wings,
I’d fly away and search the world 
for the peace of wild things.

To live among the animals
and sense their lack of guile
existing in the here and now,
each moment spent worthwhile. 

And free of life’s addictions,
material wealth and greed—
possessing very little,
in accordance with the need.

But should I ever so depart
it’s uncertain I’d return,
for then I'd have a lifetime’s worth
of so much to unlearn.

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2014

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CELESTE A bevy of wavelets rushes to the shore while on peach coastline, this quietude I feel, Under the alloy of rocks not seen before A hidden water-world encrypts its frothed zeal. The dolphin in tungsten leaps, and then again With a belly raised to a marmalade sky; And another whirl...free like a rust-toned crane Breaths in awe, an enchantment is my reply. To be fed by April’s torches, amber- lit when lazy boats sail on coral of Celeste… and coiled tides gather a fragrant melon quilt exulting my Sunday’s pause… my hours’ fine rest. Silent One's united Colors, Orange Optimistic orange--uplifting, rejuvenating 3/4/2016 11 syls per line

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”

Copyright © Adam Kirkhoff | Year Posted 2010

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Soldier Boy

Once there was a soldier boy,
young and brave and smart.
He had some questions bugging him,
they tore his brain apart.

He went along to ask his friends-
''Why there can't be peace?''
They just laughed into his face,
''Let us tell you what peace means:

';Peace means love, peace means hope
peace means painless, fearless trust.
There's no love, there's no hope,
all the fearless lay in dust.''

He went along to ask the trees,
the plants and flowers too.
Then they all replied to him
''Answers we have few:

People kill themselves and us,
they cut us up for fire.
And with the fire that they cut
the tension becomes higher.''

Soldier boy then went to war,
questions still in mind.
He kept on searching in the field,
for answers he can't find.

He walked up to the enemy,
beat starts to increase.
''Tell me, good man, tell me please 
why there can't be peace?''

The man pointed his gun to him,
aiming to his heart.
''I'm sorry, young man,'', then he said
''I really hate this part.''


Once there was a soldier boy,
young and smart and brave.
He had some questions bugging him,
they took him to his grave.

Copyright © spring goodman | Year Posted 2015

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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Hours of Peace

The night is still, and all asleep,
   while the Moon shines on land and sea.
All creatures now their silence keep;
   for this day, dear God, we thank Thee.

The water's calm, and flowers bow
   their sleepy heads; the day was long.
For every leaf is tired now,
   and every bird has lost his song.

Nature sleeps through the quiet night, 
   as God, with watchful eye, will see,
that nothing will disturb the light
   the heavens cast on land and sea.

No, this slumber is not a dream,
   but the end of another day.
As all is lit by the moonbeam,
   our troubles and cares fly away.

Thank God for these hours of peace,
   for later all things will arise.
The glow of Moon and stars will cease,
   another source will light the skies.

This star will rise and warm the Earth;
   birds will sing in a joyful way.
For the sunrise will now give birth,
   to a happy and brand new day.

We ask Thee God to bless this day,
   as we toil and work with might.
Keep us away from sin we pray,
   so we may rest again tonight.

So we may rest again tonight,
   as God, with watchful eye, will see,
that nothing will disturb the light
   the heavens cast on land and sea.

Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 257
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/04/2017

~1st Place~
Contest: Night Silence
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 06/13/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Simply Beautiful #2
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 04/19/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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‘The Airplane Crossing Clear-Blue Sky'

My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.

A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.

My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;

came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...

The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.

I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.

This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…

*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory 
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it 

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

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The Forbidden Fruit

Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit A special unknown fruit from that one tree A fruit that God said one should never eat Then the snake came to shower the fruit free Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating God didn’t want the power to be known The snake explained that they would be as God Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown We took the fruit and ate it and life changed We now have knowledge, of good and evil Pain and hatred also came along too All that is bad sure did come to reveal God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool But we must carry our sin for all time The curse from the first bite that we did eat And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned God was quite disappointed with humans Hating to give us our just punishment But we were now found walking with figs on Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment To this day we are filled with sin each day Starting right from the first couple’s mistake Now we must wallow inside their bad choice Suffering the punishment we did make
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

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A Nook and a Storybook

In the attic of my childhood home was a nook,
      And there was a lovely window where sun poured in;
I just loved to hideout there all the afternoon,
            There was a sweet thrill for the story to begin.

I started off reading books like Cinderella,
      And I loved the story of Beauty and the Beast;
Treasure Island, Robinson Caruso, Robin Hood,
            Lost in the story- but never a page I creased.

My mother and grandma knew where to find me,
      Sometimes fast asleep in my nook holding a story;
Soon I was reading, Of Mice and Men, The Hobbit,
            Gone With the Wind, now that was like purgatory.

"Frankly my dear, I don't give a dam!" my gosh,
      I adored Rett Butler, oh he made me dreamy;
Romance was now my thing, I could not wait for the nook,
            I got books second hand and some were steamy.

Then I changed, I wanted to read about real things,
      I read Biographies of people in my sunny nook;
Nature and poetry books to me were so fascinating,
            But I threw in a mystery or horror book.

Well that nook is gone, in fact even the house,
      But in my nest, I have a special place to read and be;
Beside a sunny window cozy with many pillows,
            I love when I can be alone there with just me.

April 17, 2016


For the contest, What I Wouldn't Give For A Nook and a Storybook,
sponsor, Eve Roper

Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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Eileen And I

Eileen and I are cut from the same cloth Hopeless romantics we two Oblivious to life's trials and tribulations It's love that sees us through Since the world began, it's the driving force The reason we exist you and I Thoughts of no longer being able to express My love brings a tear to my eye Ask Eileen, she knows what I mean Her words exude passion and desire Symbols of what real love is made of That can set our hearts on fire What a wonderful place this world would be If love replaced hate in men's souls For the first time ever since the beginning of time We'd be actors in a strange new role Eileen and I are cut from the same cloth Hopeless romantics we two © Jack Ellison 2013 Dedicated to everybody's sweetheart, Eileen Ghali

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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A Nook And A Storybook

A Nook And A Storybook

A busy day, now time to play.
     What I would give to find a nook,
that's bright and cozy, quiet too;
     just me and a great storybook.

A cozy corner left alone
     in comfy chair with window view
of rolling hills and swaying trees;
     a book in hand to start anew.

Romantic story with a plot
     to take me to the land of youth;
entwined in web of their young lives,
     absorbed with fiction or with truth.

Perhaps a covert thriller type
     too difficult to figure out,
will hold suspense until the end
     and me as hostage, without doubt.

Or maybe one's biography
     to teach, inspire me, and learn
how someone famous lived a life
    for all to read about, discern.

What I would give to find a nook
     relaxing with great thoughts to read;
just me and a great storybook...
     a special gift of life indeed.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: What I Would Give For a Nook and a Storybook
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 05/02/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Hatred is a smoldering fire
That burns beyond control.
An insidious, lethal poison
That will slowly kill the soul.

Forgiveness is the antidote 
For hatred's deadly sting.
It's a bitter pill to swallow,
But a precious, healing thing.

Hatred's part of Satan's plan,
Designed to bring us misery.
Forgiveness is a gift from God,
Sent to cleanse and set us free.

Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006

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History Lesson

Crimson mist in the Dallas sky,
a frantic wife's mad dash.
The world watched us as we cried
for hope gone in a flash.

Brilliant poet with timeless verse
and enduring message of peace.
A murderous fan fulfilled his curse.
Does lunacy ever cease?

Perfect day in the city
until the towers fell.
Religious zealots who had no pity.
Their resting place is hell.

So look at history if you can
and learn from such hindsight.
As long as evil has a plan
we must not quit the fight.

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

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Spread Love

If I follow my faith and you yours
Yours as mine teaches only love
Love one another and live in peace
Peace to pursue happiness wherever;

Wherever you go, light a candle
A candle of warm love and peace
Peace with people of many creeds
Creeds, their cultures and values;

Values to respect the sanctity of life
Life to lead on a path to harmony
Harmony of all mankind with nature
Nature to nurture the God’s gift;

Gift of flora, fauna and the firmament
Firmament and its laws and its vastness
Vastness to encompass the eternity
The eternity encased in a grain of sand.

Chain Verse 1 contest by Edward Ebbs (Form#1)

Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2015

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Give Peace a Chance

You keep saying you want peace
So why not give it a chance
You move your own direction
You really don't want to dance

The blood of all our children
It drips from your evil lips
Our future in the balance
You're the one who makes it tip

You paint us pretty pictures
So that we believe you're wise
A path towards destruction
That is paved in ruthless lies

For once try to imagine
A world where we get along
Trying hard to find the good
Instead of looking for the wrong

For peace there can be no hope
When hate is held in our hearts
If we justify our actions
Sadly we're doomed from the start

One day a peaceful Kingdom
Will spread from God's mighty hand
The end of the destroyer
He will no longer rule the land

A new city from Heaven
We will see the promised day
A stream of living water
All that's old passes away

A place where all are brothers
We take time to understand
Love is the inspiration
Hate is blown away like sand

Give Peace a Chance contest

Written June 06/ 2013

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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I see before me

I see before me a world filled with despair.
Yet people turn their backs and refuse to care.
I know there are many things that truly aren’t fair.
You just can’t give up and choose to live nowhere.

People take their fingers and point to blame,
While other feel sorrow that fills them with shame.
Why can’t we understand we are all not the same?
Instead there is conflict as we call each other names.

Why can’t we understand and all just get along?
War drums are beating that same old sad song.
Tears start to fall for all those who are gone,
We seem to survive but just for how long?

We have to learn to put our differences aside.
When all is gone it won’t matter which side.
We all need to learn that this life is a gift.
To reach out our hands and help to uplift.

The alternative is that we all shall die.
I think this enough reason to learn to try.
Though we won’t always see eye to eye,
When it all gone who will be here to ask why?

I see before me a way to make amends
To reach out a hand rather than to defend.
Peace should be something we all can afford.
We shouldn’t have to live and die by the sword.

Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2012

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Through Faith, We Can

Without faith, we can sink into great depths of despair  
unable to rise above our delicate fragile mortal frame
When the waves of life come crashing in we falter 
and give in to immeasurable weakness; 

Drowning in our sorrows we meet up with our doubts 
and give pain more power then we could afford...   
Through faith, we can shatter those false illusions and drop
to our knees in prayer asking for forgivness and restoration

Written by : Liam & Mystic 
God's warriors of old... 
September 6, 2017

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017

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A Nook and a Storybook

Every morning I rise grateful to be alive
  and in my movements from sleep to waking
each step is blessed by the newest day God might provide,
 and I embrace another chance, never oblivious of it's making.

With coffee in hand, I wander through the garden
  grateful of each presented wonder
and I slip into the crevices unhardened
  to a comfy rocking chair hidden beneath the holly it's under.

There safely wrapped in nature and its innocence
  I take in the sun and breathe in fresh clean air
offering my silent prayer and open penitence
  then flip the pages of the bible for guidance found there.

This little hollow is my refuge, my very own private nook
  of where I find hope and peace and solitude
grateful for life and words of this inspired revered book
  that guides my life, my actions and my very attitude.

This is the best of all places I can be
  within my secluded safe protected nook
wherein I spend my mornings joyous and free
  and for nothing more gifted do I look.


Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016

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Rest in Peace Grandma

You were so tired in the end with those weary eyes, you knew goodbye would be coming too soon- isn’t it funny how fast our fragile life really flies, but you were definitely born to hang the moon. You were such a lovely lady holding much strength, you adored church every Sunday at ten in the morning- you would do anything for family, go to any length, now you are as free as an eagle, wings spread…soaring. You loved your husband with all your heart and soul, held sick kids through the night without complaining- only a mother like you could make a house whole, you brought sunshine to life even when it was raining. We’ll remember those crooked glasses on the tip of your nose, on Christmas Day pumpkin pie is all we could smell- those huge stockings on the mantel, who could forget those? and the box of toys for the kids on top the basement shelf. The felt nativity set we played when we were young, Charlie Brown figurines all over the house with love- the brick red wall we would all climb and have fun, now your climbing a stairway to heaven up above. You lived a healthy and long beautiful life, a grandma and great-grandma who was adored- a compassionate mother and an endearing wife, you were born an angel, and died to live once more. Dedicated to my grandma who passed away yesterday April 19, 2017

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017

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Walk Together

Today we are sunshine
Today we are light
Today we walk together
Today we don't fight

For freedom and peace
Of mind and of soul
Today we see liberty
And we're under control

When the world shouts to stop
What are we fighting for
To kill and be killed, well
Today we fight no more

Today we are stripes
Today we are stars
Today we walk together
Today peace is ours

Copyright © Jen H. | Year Posted 2009

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I have slipped into the sorrow and now I climb back out. I foresee a great tomorrow when I will feel no doubt. Many times I reach the border where words do pass and fade. I rest my head on golden shoulder and hear my serenade. Quiet eyes do love me surely. The gentle holds my hand. See how light can shine so purely. I hope I understand. Presence I have known forever, in one where once was three. The secret to eternal life is just Him, You, and Me.

Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009

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Natural, tranquil peace

Flowers of snow float from high, 
Breaking that summer heat drought.
Each floral flake falling from a beautiful glory,
Enveloping the ground all about

The slopes, peaks and troughs, the valleys of green, 
Covered with love from the sky,
Leaving animals, birds and trees in a placid pure peace, 
And hidden by a clear dust of why

In this beautiful now, nature hears with an ear, 
A sensitive quiet ear to restore,
All that’s been in every season leading till now, 
All that’s been there before

This beautiful clean purge of the life in the hills, 
The natural ebb with a flow,
Purifies all that nature can be, 
Perfecting itself with some snow.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017

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Heed the saying:
Be at peace.
Dare fond living,
Love sure ease.

Set sure loving:
Draft fine dream.
Craft fun living,
Touch fond streams.

Bring joy giving:
Faith knows hope.
Love floods living,
Sculpt sure scope.

Leon Enriquez
26 July 2017

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017

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Happy Husband Hears No Alarm

Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband
makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets.
Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land,
shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets.

I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers
find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream,
you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers
held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam

Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm
the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth
I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm.
Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014

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My mind is in need of rest
just for a moment, brief,
a silent little repose here
will surely bring to me relief.

My heavy eyelids gently fall
and shut out the entire world,
my hair lays down and relaxes
even though it has been curled.

I breathe in slowly and deeply
my heartbeat settles down,
my ears can hear around me
the wind's soft whispering sound.

It lifts me to a far off place
where clouds become my bed,
I reach out to grab another
like a soft pillow for my head.

You can only imagine
what I can only see,
as I dream a beautiful dream
that was meant just for me.

Inspired by the painting, "Resting" by Victor Gabriel Gilbert 

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013