A man of sorrows and aquainted with grief
for it is not long till He comes like a theif
Come my children come away
from her treachrous deeds that won't be here to stay
Woes are coming to the earth soon
Come my child as i gather as a Hen gathers her chicks, make room
Be ready and still my flock
don't worry dear children I am your rock
And when trouble comes plead my blood over you
plead it over your loved ones for I am coming is true...
Hatred stirs up conflick, but love covers all wrongs (Proverbs 10-12)
17/1/2020
Love Michelle Lee Carter
It is not long!
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