A massive blow an evil stroke,
A fire that burns within to stroke;
A courageous effort of a mortal man,
That God's eternal time was all in plan.
Our evil whys our deep repent,
The fortune of our home or tent;
In deep remission of the eternal flame,
Our hearts and souls our mortal name.
This is the time we need our faith,
As we turn our hearts and heads to face;
An even noise or wandering choice,
Our being our time within the voice.
What say you that we make of this,
Our faith no more than a mortal kiss;
Our love or hearts with open joy,
This breath we bare goes beyond a toy.
All evil ways and ages rescind,
As the spirit is broken by the wind;
The good of man is not forgotten,
And light is cast where all is rotten.
O H lord I cry I ask you now,
Where is the year of your brow;
I knew not why or what wisdom you turn,
But by faith decided it's time to earn.
Signed,
An ongoing being
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