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Oct 2011
Hope escapes
The hurting soul
The blocking gate
Reveals the toll

Pockets empty
And cannot pass
The view ahead
A looking glass

Words fall short
Actions numb
His creation stained
One more succumbs.

Efforts fail
Plans aborted
Purpose lost
Faults assorted

Angels watch
Intent applauded
The world destroys
More hearts defrauded

Time rushes past
Expectations gone
Temptation laughs
The world moves on

Confusion looms
Anger passes
Now stand alone
Among the masses

Undeserving
On bended knee
Beg for guidance
To honor Thee

Give in to Glory
Hand over doubt
Release control
Straighten out.

Still at the gate
With pockets bare
When time is right
He pays the fare.
(Otherwise, you both wait there.)
Copyright Lori Jean Vance 10.04.2011
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