My Tears

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My Tears

My Tears

There is a deep sadness in my heart.

The precious Lambs of God
are turning into fierce wolves.

The gracious blessings we use to use
to greet one another, 
are filled with wretched wickedness of lost souls.
Lord can you  hear my cry,
to intervene on behalf of your Saints.

My Father; let the stormy rains blow
to cleanse our lands,
and fill our live with Love, and Blessings
for each and everyone's Neighbor. 

TREVON CREATIONS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 

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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