there she stood in the middle of the world
it was changing all around her
but she didn't understand
the wind blew her hair to the sides
and a few strands caught her mouth
she looked up to sky for answers
but all there was were clouds and birds
disintegrating, falling to the ground
catching her every astonished breath, this was death
a tearful confession
it cured the worst draught
she prayed the Lords' mercy
for souls that might fallout
and not make it
for they fake it
its not who they are
this tearful confession
is all they have
with all this violence thrashing before her eyes
a single tear dripped down her cheek
they thought she was weak ,but she was only meek
'What is happening?' she cried out to God
Falling to her knees in the middle of the street
she clasped her hands and confessed to the Lord
a tearful confession
that cured the worst draught
it saved her the last minute
before she was thrown out
of the Lords kingdom forever
and the world kept on spinning
as God's team was winning
all the while filled with tearful confessions
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Hi,
I am always glad to hear about a fellow christian whose
life didn't just change,wasn't only saved ,but "radically" changed by God.
You have an amazing gift for exspressing poetically
faith and your love of God.This poem truly touched me
and I would love to chat online sometime,any support in
the world of spiritual warfare is always beneficial in today's society,and furthermore I am nutty and weird too,
but that's okay,because like you said,the cuteness balances me out.Try this quote on for size,"I speak sarcasm as a second language",and "build a bridge and GET over it."
What did she confess? How did the confession affect
her life and or others?
how did the lord reatact to the confession?
who is God's team?
and how was this conflict resolved?
You have a wonderful Idea for a christian novel.
Keep Writing - Keep the Faith