in hopes of seeing thee soon

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The cloud called
The earth responded
With a heart felt gratitude
Stepping up for the soothing cold touch
She didn't ask for much
As she walked on her clutch
Desperate for the starch
You promised
So days have gone
Son of man
They did say he was gone
Relegated from sin
It has been long
We ain't no more strong
Maybe I got it all wrong
But the widows sing of a song
A welded wire of husband that long
They hope their own belong
So she craves for his return
The husband that was full of promise
That gifted hand which did browse
Through the many gentle souls
The widows cry
The orphans strife
All in vain to have
Nothing came not even in half
Though time nears
So the man preacher says
As many walk in grace
The death penalty to others
They choose to embrace.
Come to thee he calls
But am an agent of redemption
I hope to have you in contemplation
Nothing much to mention
HOPE TO THEE SOON HE COMETH.
®Peace
©by
Ol-Ledama Mdigo

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