A baby in a wooden cradle
sucks his thumb to the bone.
The mother sits and cries at the table
for a father that never came home.
A boy with wrecked glasses
beaten by the hand,
watches as the cars fly by
wondering where he will land.
A man in the leather jacket
stands on the street corner.
He sells his soul to the devil
as if he will live forever.
But for every darkness
there is a light,
the power of forgiveness
to uphold the fight.
Bloody planks,
four rusty nails,
a young man’s scream,
as all hope in humanity fails,
blood shed,
angels cried,
sins fed,
as he died.
Just keep in mind,
through and through
that He is forever
watching over you.
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