Our past in unchangeable, our
present may be horrid, but
never give up, never stop moving
forward for what lies ahead
is a bright future, keep your
faith and bask in his warmth,
bask in the outstretched hand he
provides, all he asks in return
is that your love is directed
to him as the only god in
sight, for only the touch of
his hand can make you crumple
to your knees in tears of sheer
joy, his strength to bind
our fragile bodies, the weak
to be strong and the strong to
be led by the weak, his name
is a blessing in all its own,
his presence to die for,
there is so much pain in this
horrid sinful world, a twist of
anger and prideful anger,
jealousy and hate, not a world
envisioned, but a world
corrupted by that of a greedy
blackened angel. Yet hope
is never vanished, no matter
how it may be tried to its brink
the faith of god may never be
destroyed, for his word always
returns, greater and better.
Never lose your faith, never give in,
his light will shine, and illuminate
your blackened path.
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