Sitting on the bed
Where it all goes down
She wonders about
The color of her wedding gown
Lying in a cardboard box
Where trash is thrown
He contemplates living
Where he is sitting on an ornate throne
Standing in a crowded space
Where one is pressed to breathe out air
They see flashes of life
Where the heavens are alight with answered prayer
Day after day, moment after moment
Sole soldiers march without reason
Just making contact with territory
Idols stole with the grand act of treason
Numbness threatens to deaden tissue
As the nations of this world fall
Bowing down, finally to
The King of Kings and Lord of all
LOVE sees and LOVE will not leave
Sole soldiers to simply walk and bleed
Gilead is the balm to heal the wounded weight
Of those who took the price idol worship laid
...never give up hope
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-14-2022
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