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William Murphy Poem
Standup my Black Brother and walk that extra mile, because we now have a reason to stand tall and walk proud. Continue to Live, and dream the dream that you’ve hoped for, because in due time that dream would have become a reality. Knowing that within the debts of your hearts you’ve maintained your spirituality.
Believing in the one that has formed you without blemish , who has loved, cherished, and created you in his own image.
For Generations we have been brutally beaten, and treated as out casts.
And even as in today’s time we're still repeating the past.
No matter how hard that road is to travel, nor how rough that storm gets.
Our gloriously victory will arise, and just over the mountain-top I can see the sunshine.
Once again standing in the awe of harmony, singing and praising the sweet hyms of victory. Knowing that the battle was well worth the fight, and to all who have endured from the time of our grandparents continue to let that light shine so bright.
Stand Strong Blackman and recapture your character!
Proclaim the gift that was instilled in you and re-master
Continue to strive for nothing less other than profection, and you will have accomplished a great deal and gained true satisfaction.
And then you will have known that you’ve been put through a great test,
Knowing truly within your heart and soul; you have done your very best.
By William T, Murphy
Copyright © William Murphy | Year Posted 2013
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William Murphy Poem
Through the early stages of my life I have been baffled of my gift and, the meaning of my purpose. Not knowing the paths to take or, the roads to travel; I suddenly became unfocused. Leading to a world of destruction and, desolation my chances of being great was none. Focusing on the only thing pleasing to me; having fun.
Having that gut-wrenched feeling within my heart and soul, that I’m destined for more than I’m applying! Yielding to the evil spirit thoughts,
Which has oppressed me; until there’s no denying?
Crying within myself asking for someone’s assistance, digging deep within my thoughts, praying for more persistence. Then suddenly! A voice calling my name saying, not to fear. For I the Lord has heard your cry! And, now I am here. I have been with you since the day of your birth, and only I know the extent of your worth.
I only allowed you to endure the things you’ve gone through in the past to show you the depths of your heart.
How I’ve created you to care and, love from the very start.
You have endured and sustained a great deal only the things you’re meant to bare. And have quite a testimony to share.
But now the time has expired and, I must truly say; Job well done.
Arise and live my child!
For Your Time Has Come!
By William, T Murphy.
Copyright © William Murphy | Year Posted 2013
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William Murphy Poem
Viewing the Forces of nature where one ponders all of its beauty in full stride. Where as we witness Humans and, Nature at its best, when the two collide. And as the sun sits upon the face of the earth where the elders lurk and, become fearless. One finds the humane trapped in the dark and, gloomy jungle where it's now perilous. And in the tense of the moment "THE HUNT IS ON" and the weak becomes languid. An act of survival of the fittest and, no hope for the timid.
Deep in the jungle man and, beast are known as enemies both keeping their eyes on the prize. Setting traps for their prey while, the weak becomes their demise.
Copyright © William Murphy | Year Posted 2013
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