Sir Ricky's Inspirational Poetry Corner

Tears flow from my eyes,

There will be no break;

No stop my demise,

All that is at stake.

Till the Lord looks down,

From Heaven and sees;

My face with a frown,

And hearing my pleas.

What my eyes see grieves,

All the suffering;

As my faith believes,

I need buffering.

All the enduring,

By all my daughters;

I need procuring,

Of sacred waters.

For no good reason,

My foes hunted me;

Committing treason,

Not let me go free.

They threw stones at me,

Thrown me in a pit;

Darkness hard to see,

Wanting to forfeit.

Water over head,

Thought that I would die;

But I plead instead,

Asking the Lord why.

I called put His name,

From depths of the well;

While I proclaim,

Not to drown in hell.

But He heard my plea,

Crying for relief;

Enabled to see,

Knowing my belief.

He said not to fear,

And redeemed my life;

I could feel Him near,

Saving me from strife.



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