An inspiration

Yesterday while I was working and at the moment riding in the back of a car, the Lord’s inspiration came to me. I quickly wrote the following poem, it was not me but the Lord Jesus at work. Please read and contemplate the words that GOD caused me to write.

Grief.

The wale of grieving souls,

The shock of torn nation,

And no comforting sounds are heard;

Only the dripping of tears. 

Why would you wound a country?

Why would you devastate a family?

Why try to stop a movement?

Only pitched black evil can act!

Yesterday I cried for a visionary,

Today I wept for lost of years ago.

The September’s to come will never change,

Grief shall be September’s name.

Let’s pray for a nation,

Let’s cry till our throats are dried,

Let’s never stop praying and remembering.

Together we will heal some day.