Dear friends,
The barbarians are on their way
in rancorous heinous brigades
as fathers fight with wives
the children discover daddy’s magazines
and mother goes off
in someone else’s bed
The barbarians are on their way
Pillaging and plundering
Beatings, killings and stealing
While children drop out of school
Sniffing white off the floor
Pressing addicting needles to the vein
Binging their lives away
a means of escape,
a vice to cope
I know your lives have gone awry
...Being is suffering
you wonder why you exist
Like sheep for the slaughter
You are frail, helpless prey
You cry for daybreak
that pain will cease
but, if He is who He says He is
Its better you know Him in pain
Than be strangers while you prosper
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how delighted was I when I clicked on the blog, and here was a new post! thank you for writing, your words are very much alive and capture so perfectly the quandary many people find themselves caught in... of suffering, pain, and disbelief... the very things which when embraced, draw us into Jesus.
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