Poems of Lighthouse Bob
But a Word (Sonnet) #169
How strange is it that we can fly so fast Between uncharted worlds of time and space. And if by chance should we arrive at last, There might well be a moment in God's grace; A moment oh so rare were dreams abound ... A moment's pause where time does not exist ... Before expanse where none else there be found But God who needed no one to assist. For by His power spoke He but a word; A word so powerful that all should be ... A message oh so strong if we but heard Would it change the lives of both you and me. Whence have we fallen deep in compromise, Yet speaks God to the darkness "Light" arise. -Lighthouse Bob |
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But a Word (Sonnet) #169
But a Word (Sonnet) #169
