Evil flows from lips.
Hardship and misery rises.
Souls disparaged.
Suffering a lonely path.
Pain turned to sight.
Bitterness has taken hold.
Hearken to the call.
Far away there is hope.
Mountains rise.
Valleys crumble.
Visions of Eden appear.
The beginning has arrived.
Tears washed away.
Hearts are comforted.
God becomes the only reality.
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2025 20:23
- Category: Spiritual
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If of faith or not, hope is what we need and in some cases in today's world it is all we have, enjoyed the read
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Powerful work, my friend.
Thank you
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