Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (130)

  He

                    

He who does all things well,

                                  To whom we turn our grieve to tell                                                        

                           Will see and know the reason why

We love, we lose, we live and die.

For unto Him all things are known.

And He will safely guide us home,

Where love and Friendship have no end.

He. He our Guide, our King, our Friend.

Return

Too much Greed and Power rule this our world of woe.

Nations lost in mass confusion, don’t know where to go.

Too many laws that ever take,

The strength of Souls until they break.

Where are we going?   When will it end?

When will you return, gentle Jesus our Friend?

Tourists

Tourist’s from a distend sphere

Exiled to gain knowledge here.

Chimes of heaven, chains of hell

Intertwined on earth they dwell

Knowledge how we longed for it,

Experience we thronged for it’

Hammer, chisel form the stone

Of earthly choices God’s are born.