There is a thought hums through my brain
Reminds one of an old refrain
Familiar words I’ve heard before
What is it we are waiting for ?
Our Precious Lord and Sacred Dove,
The Prince of Peace from up above
Fulfilling promises God gave
To save us from the Final Grave.
These are the days have been foretold
By sages in those times of old
When men were there to oversee
The rules of our society.
Then manners were a part of all
We thought or knew or did befall
Our faith in God was not denied
He is our Light, the Man Inside !
The silence falls upon my ear
It seems to be all I can hear
Each sound reverberates with fear
The day of grace is inching near !
From the plains of Jericho to el Alamein
Men have been fighting wars, their freedom to sustain
These battles never end, each climax moves more near
But with God’s help we learn there’s little left to fear !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 