Freedom

What time can we set aside and give to our Father?
Where are the hearts that he created?
What happens to those you falter?
Were are we going if we can’t get situated?
 
The children in this world need him.
People of this time turn away.
Futures slowly turn dim.
He is the night and day.
 
For the lamb who was slain.
For the blood to wash away our sin.
For the power to heal and take away pain.
For the battle against evil we shall win.
 
Let the dove fly on.
Pass this prayer to all.
May you begin to know the son.
May you be able to hear his call.
 
May the world get bright
In the time we have left.
May you see the sight.
To evil may you be deaf.
 
May you pass the test.
The brother can heal and forgive.
Know he’s been laid to rest.
Only after death can he truly live.
 
Poem written by: Amelia Herek Copyright ©2008