The Spark that shines deep into the night
Oh, Lord, I hear the cries from my own blood line,
the years of agony, while the one who weeded for me
I cried to make way but didn’t know how.
My Lord, you are the most humbled
you have seen it all, You heard the cries
of my own blood line. I felt the pains,
I felt the shame, while others was giving blame.
The years felt way too long, The cries I heard
came from my older son, Oh, My Dear Lord,
I have given you my heart, I reclined upon your Spirit
asking for your help, But I didn’t understand My Lord
what was my son crying for.
I had cradled him with my own arms,
I prayed for him night and day
Yet, this pain didn’t go away,
I cried my heart out, I walked the town
It was rain so much pains, my tears just rolled on down.
I sung out my spirit to my loving son,
I pray that he felt me with him to easy his pains,
I looked but could never find,
I pray my Lord, My Loving God,
you listened to both our weepings.
I have showed so much tenderness
I showed my compassion of what a mother feels
when a child is hurt, I tried to reach out
But I got no words,
But soon I got contact and it only gave more pain.
I prayed for understanding,
A spark of a vision seeing abuse,
hearing words of plead
Soon my son was no longer
Because he was hung…
Some say it was suicide,
But it was only a lie
Someone killed my son, and made it look suicide.
I had let my lips rest while I write.
I rest upon your holy love
I speak to thee about everything I see
I kissed the hem Of my Lord
while my tears fall at the feet
Please, hear my cries for justice for my son.
My weeping spirit will not rest
Until you see this through,
I love you My God Jehovah,
I Love You My Lord Jesus Christ
and to you My own beloved Son,
I put you forever in my heart
I know justice will be served
I know God Jehovah seen it all
He hear your plead to be set free.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2018
Copyright © Judy Emery| Year Posted 2018