Evidences
We do not see the Wind we only hear it sigh
The Treetops gently bend whene’er he’s passing by.
Don’t see Coronas power we only hear the cry
As Families feel the sting of death whene’er,she passes by.
Don’t see our Fathers love nor hear his earnest plea
To many Souls have gone astray, have forgotten me.
Looks down from realms on high to view a world of sin
Knowing the pain, the grief their unwise actions bring.
His Children’s vain ambitions, hearts as cold as stone
And thus, with Fire, Floods, Famine, Sickness
He shows his sovran Power, to call his Children home.
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