Sunday, August 15, 2010

From the Ashes

Disclaimer: this is a poem I began at a church service during choir piece.

Death by example is death to all.
There is hell to pay for human's fall.
Society fell apart with the sky
and took with it the never-ending why.
So, will we lay back and cry
or will we willingly die?
The angels will fall and their swords will flicker to the earth;
while God's hand, out stretched, he does tire for what it's worth.
Shake not his hand or bicep quiver
or grip weaken and hold severe.
We make like Jonah, speak like Moses.
We have will and our will holds us.

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