Little sunshine falls;
A frigid wind blows
And seizes the draws
Like the Lord takes control.
The hours pass by quick;
Night ushers in the hearse
That we'd overlooked
Yet His season endures.
The moon gives no sound;
Hours seem delayed
But God's resurrection
Patiently lies in wait.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: October 19th, 2025 16:41
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
A faith of what is coming be it religious or nature. Nicely written
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