Montag, 27. April 2020

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (153)


 
Symptoms 

If miseries are the symptoms of a hungry human soul

Then surly there are cures to make the wounded whole

In our days when all mankind is forever on the run

Seeking fleeting pleasures, demanding instant fun.

People are neglecting their own, their precious soul

Have gone astray, day by day lost their self-control

God sends us stern reminders, to show our erring ways

Often painful to endure, still manifests his grace

Calls to us; for he desires to always set things right

Sees our troubled hearts, knows our earthly plight

Is there to calm our weary Soul, to led us through the night,

Sad to know our foolish pride, our stubborn hearts

will keep us from His side.

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