I need to be woken
this dream
Leaving me broken
I am scared
and it feels as if,
As if it's being shared
Something bad always occur
Of that
I am sure
We get broken
We get brused
We are left unspoken
We are being used . . .
By an evil creature
With an evil feature;
He wanted The tower
but lost.
Now he uses his power
For evil
Of all Kings; HE is The King
The Saviour
The One to whom Lucifer would sing
He has been betrayed;
By Lucifer's behavior
Pain and suffering
Hovering
Around us. Within us.
That is not God's doing
It is the devil himself
Looking for revenge
God allows certain things,
Pains and sufferings
That in the future brings-
Happiness. Love. Peace. Comfort.
Beautiful feelings. Beautiful things.
We are gracefully broken
By the one who has spoken
The one who has said:
"Let there be light!"
We are gracefully broken
So we can hear the words unspoken
We are lifted up
The second our hands form a cup
(A plea for help... begging Him)
HE will not allow sin
The devil himself
to win . . .
The battle the angels and demons fight
Is powerful, unnatural
It's an unseen sight
While we get attacked
Our Saviour, our angels
For this is a fact:
Fights for us. Protects us.
My mustard seed faith
Not yet germinated
Doesn't quite matter
When you Love God
And Know His capabilities
Faith we do need
Yet He will feed
Our hungry souls
For wanting to believe
For making a choice to stay
By His side trying
And failing
Rather than leave.
We are gracefully broken
By Him who has spoken
Who has proved
That He Loved
That He Loves
And forever more
Will Love
Us
His broken children
Us
His faithless children
Us
The gracefully broken
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Mysteries of myself
PoetryPoems and random thoughts and feelings I have sometimes. I have poems of other poets in here too. I wrote who the poet is with his/her poem! I am only human (unfortunately) therefor I do make a spelling mistake/typo or two, so please feel free to co...
