| General Poetry
posted May 21, 2019 |
Hopefully an inspiration for poets
IN ANY HOUR
As Father Time sweeps away
The ashes of the fires of youth
And the cold chills of life's
Newly realized dimensions,
Sends the aging heart
To the lands of darkness,
Fear, and uncertainty...
God whispers softly:
"Come near and be warmed
And rested in my love"
Then the richness of your faith
Shall deny any fears, as the power
Of your joy shall bring your only tears
For Heaven is a state of mind, whereYou are always welcomed in any hour.
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