Literally Our Children
Most are the work of Him I praise
Others read of us love crazed
Yet in the end confess they will
A message sent, Gods will fulfilled
Some shed light as darkness falls
Upon a world that needs Gods call
Others spill what runs rampant
Inside ones soul in loves encampment
A few will tell of fallen Knights
That took a bullet where crime they'd fight
Protect and serve was all they knew
Chosen these Angels, heroes in blue
Also written for some that touched
This simple poet that felt so much
To write of those that became friends
Reading a few with time they'd lend
At 63, thousand and counting
Our children seem to be amounting
To be well read, have pulled a few
Heart strings to date maybe in you
So keep reading as God keeps feeding
These short stories, maybe too leading
You to Him and us to you
Sincerely yours, our children too
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