rhymarhyma WRITERS’ MENTOR (500 + posts)
Posts : 549 Join date : 2011-08-11 Location : Denver, CO
| Subject: my city...she weeps... Thu Nov 21, 2013 5:22 pm | |
| I've ran those streets, and I've cried in those streets Lived in those streets...and died in those streets but a man cannot run from the memories he keeps and I know deep within the streets, my city...she weeps...
Don't cry, Mile High, for your weary shall be free The day will come, Thy kingdom come, when God's mercy you will see The poor will be rich, and the hungry will be fed for the Lamb of God is coming...let the streets run red Blood is the color that will wash your soul clean and clear every tear that your eyes have ever seen Dear city, your children, they will have vision and voice The only division will be divided and decided by choice Rejoice in the Lord!...The keeper of the flame who tends all your lost children, and he knows them all by name The Shepherd knows his sheep just as the Father knows his Son and he will leave the ninety-nine...to go and find the one One lost and lonely and crying child will not be left to wander all alone in the wild Everyone will hear the trumpets, the resounding sound of drums and the children will have shelter when New Jerusalem comes Until then, my friend, I will share in your sorrow Just know the lost of today are the found of tomorrow... |
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