Saturday, December 11, 2021

Help me, Lord

Help me, Lord…
As they deplete me of my grace…
Help me, Lord…
As they inflict scars upon my face…
Help me, Lord…
As they strip away my natural beauty…
Help me, Lord…
As they shun their Heavenly duty…
Won’t they ever understand…
That the natural balance of existence will shift…
Won’t they ever come to realize…
That they are destroying Your Heavenly Gift…
© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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