Disasters
By Rhiannonw
Mon, 14 Mar 2011
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This earth was perfect, now it’s flawed,
perfection soon will be restored,
but now uncertain are the days,
and troubles rise in many ways,
so we must turn our eyes upon
him who can help, neglected One;
instead of anger for what’s come,
no longer help and mercy shun,
for soon he will take death away –
we need to pray before that day
to him who is a King who can
forgive and rescue mortal man.
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Hi Rhiannonw, I love the
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Hi Rhiannonw,
I love the words you use in this poem and it brings
the poem together well.
Jenny.
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