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Angela Wilson Poem
Stand Fast and let
The Lord fight your battles
Stand tall and strong
No matter the heart ache
Stand up for what you believe in
Don't let this corrupt system get your down
Don't let them bind you
Or hold you down
Stand tall like the might eagle
Mounted on heavenly wings
Fly free, free in your mind
And travel with the emotion of time
Maky your face like flint
And don't move one inch
Stand fast and let
The Lord fight your battles
Because he's awesome, mighty and strong
Imagine that heaven's your home
Where you will mount up and fly with the angels
And cling on to righteousness forever
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2009
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Angela Wilson Poem
I can remember vividly those restless horrid years
Of restless days, vauntful nights
Having to fight of diseased demons
And their wicked semen
Haunting dreary days of darkness
I'm trapped down in some man's hole
Strickened by sickness of some sort
Sickness of polluted lies and illusions
Stuck in a dead end dilapidated building
Of whorish happenings
So I wish to one day escape
One day to escape, I cry aloud, a loud
But I hear no answer, questions asked
I asked why, but no response
Until, until one day I escaped
Those restless years
I escaped from the demons
They suddenly disappeared
And baby bluish days arrived
I scream freedom, freedom
Someone or something responded
Suddenly there were gates
Tall pearly gates
I entered in I entered in
And I suffered no more restless years
Just joyful tears, joyful tears
Of those restful years
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2009
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Angela Wilson Poem
Ride on that cloud of peace
For heaven grasp and let your arms reach
For that glorious day
Many storms come to flood the clouds
But don't let in doubt
Because storms end like always
There is always a way
The sun rise up
And those horizons you'll reach
There you'll find peace
You reach for the highest goal
One day your heart will be pure as gold
May the supreme being lift you up
And your majestic spirit rise up
In you of course
Who can fight the master
For he's full of strength and power
Neither bond men or slaves masters can bind you
So put your troubles behind you
keep stepping high
And let dead dogs lie
Put your troubles behind you
And eat the word and let it grow within you
It'll make your heat pure like gold
So ride upon that cloud ride into freedom chains be loosed
make sure you choose the right path
If don't you'll pay a heavy cost
So Ride up that cloud...ride high
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2009
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