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Poem written 04/15/2012


Submitted:Apr 15, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Those tears that have hardened our hearts of flesh to stone

were fears in the garden that He prayed about all alone.

Praying Father send your angels though not on their own

but those that sing music and write of your love in a poem

for you and for me.

Perhaps all of them together can break down the walls

that surround hearts without a beat in their silent halls

They don't have to shed their blood for I soon will

for each and every one of them in weather so unstill

for you and for me.

The lightening struck and thunder boomed in our Savior's life

as evil winds blew and their rains poured on His darkest night

The devil tells a frightening story that the Lord doesn't care

but he entered in the garden while Jesus was praying there

for you and for me.

God's word that's being written on our hearts of fleshly stone

were tears in Heaven that He wept though not alone.

Saying Son I'll send my angels though not on their own

but those that sing music and write of your love in a poem

for you and for me.

All of them together have broken down many a wall

that surround hearts without a beat in a still and silent hall

They don't have to shed their blood for I already have

for each and every one of them in weather good or bad

for you and for me.

Though the lightening strikes and thunder booms in our lives

while evil winds blow and their rains pour on our darkest nights

The devil tells a frightening story that the Lord doesn't care

but he entered in the garden while Jesus was praying there

for you and for me.





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