Lost Heart

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Lost Heart

There is a deep sadness in my heart.
The precious lambs of God,
are turning into fierce wolves.
The gracious blessings we use to greet one another with,
are filled with the wickedness of lost souls.

Lord; can you hear my cry.
Would you intervene,
on behalf of your Saints.
My father let the stormy rains blow,
and cleanse our lands.
And fill our Lives with Love,
and Blessings,
to each and everyone of our Neighbors.

Trevon 2012
 

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

TREVON’s Poems (40)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Norlene 2
ANGEL 4
When 1
Lost Heart 0
Bay 0
Bay 0
MY STEPS 2
MESSENGER 2
Messenger 1
Lord 1
My Treasure 1
My Beginnings 1
My Tears 0
Grace 0
God Man's Lost 1
There no place like home. 1
My Prayer 2
Missing 2
My Lord 1
There's no place like Home 0
Eve 1
Autumn 2
Jean 1
Dad 2
Crimesome Tide 2
Pastor 4
A Beginning 1
Misses Crosby 1
Thus 2
Creation 2
Not Enough 1
Chess pieces in the Game 0
A Great Hill 1
No Reasons 1
On My Way 2
My dawn 3
January 3
Laurens View 3
Tiger in the Mist 2
These days 1