Testimony Time
Today’s testimony time
Is etched, from within my womb.
Tears rolls down my itchy eyes
Disarmingly disarmed, days
Already burning its rays.
The grey hair grows between our days
The graveside smiles upon our days
The ground yawns between our grey,
Caught! Walking wrinkled while we wait with rays
Eclipsed by the burning doubts of hate
As we all run our race
Against this dust without the Faith.
This day,
Somewhat moody
Seemingly parades itself…
Hoping, before we go the same path
Like this day
We will begin to believe
Truly, in His Supremacy.
As I checked in into
His Wonderful Presence…
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