Evening fills the crimson sky
The wind whispers as she slowly sighs
Her magenta dress
Flaps with the breeze
She gazes at the horizon
Beyond the ancient seas
Waves roll in the afternoon
They echo and her heart is gloomed
The soil of her soul
Crusty and dry
Seeds of guilt
Sown deep inside
Who will reach her
And tell her of His love?
That she has hope
By her Father, up above?
God can walk the acreage of our hearts
Simply confess
And behold!
He gifts a brand new start
The soil of her soul
Prepares for blessed fruit
As the Father and the Son
Only plant what is good
Don't be dormant
Get up and shine
The lady in the magenta dress
Waits for Christ to pull her back in line
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Who Will Reach Them?
PoetryThrough these poems I ask you to awaken from your spiritual and mental slumber. The world needs you, reach out, help them before it is too late.
