I don't want you to fake it
I want you to make it
Make it for me
I am the one who hung on the tree
Get a glimpse of my glory
The ancients longed to know
It was me in their stories
Prophesy shows
That the blood of one man
Would save a nation
What they didn't understand
I am a new creation
The past is gone: fading fast: hear my child; the futures past...
Walk with the one
Who heals the nations
Yes, beloved
And be patient.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A modern call to action and faith well written in good rhyme. Well done
Valiantstar, what a powerful declaration of hope and redemption. The voice throughout the poem carries both authority and compassion...calling the reader forward rather than leaving them behind. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Well written
a call to faith - hope many hear it...
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