TOUCH A shrill cry heard, Within the night. As an owl strikes in silent flight. Death appears, By powerful claws. Again life’s chain obeys its laws. A sun lit sky with assures blue. Morning wakens, The night is through. Now joy in our hearts, At a child’s birth. Portrayed in love, Its cost, Its worth. What is the cause, You ask my friend. With life and death, At every bend. A heart must change from deep within. Life is too short to cling to sin. So let us call, Or shout a prayer. For all oppressed, that be out there. Look up and touch, someone in need. At that we shall defeat, mans greed. rgThurston
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 17:01:14 +0000
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