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Poetry By: air
Religion and spirituality

Tags: Fallen, Behold

prayerful, for those who have lost hope

Submitted:May 6, 2007    Reads: 170    Comments: 3    Likes: 8   

Fallen yet behold

Truth is yet untold

The spoken word that wasn't heard

Is soon to be fortold.

Crying out because of pain

The sin upon the soul like stain

To deny the hidden word

Through closed ears they have not heard.

For whom of us shall hear the whisper

Of the soul that let's us falter

Calling to us when we whimper

Limping off in quiet saunter.

As we hide we close our eyes

Mask ourselves in sullen cries.

But there is glory yet to be

Praying now on bended knee.

For all that know that fear's a lie

And all that know we never die

No longer can the anger win

When open to the self within.

Then glory be to one and all

Who hear the angels when they call


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