Real Life Real Faith November Issue | Page 8

Sand Castles & Quick Sand

Tina Nyamatore

I hear your,whisper

Loud in my soul

Holy Spirit whisper,

Holy spirit led me home

Let me break free

From my gilded cage, held hostage

Mirages and shiny things,

Caught up,soaring high on the winds of Fame,fortune and achievements

Sand castles and Quick sand

Left with nothing but ghosts

I hear your whisper,

Holy spirit open these ears

Let me hear you loud.

My blindness runs deep

How can l see without him?

Let me see him as he truly is

Lord of all,King of grace,lover forever

Make these dry bones live again Holy Spirit open my eyes Holy Spirit,lead me home

Home to my father's open arms

Mathetes is a modern day disciple,who is passionate about God,his word and all he continues to do in the world today.He is alive ... can you hear him speaking to you?

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Come With Me

By louis gander

Please come with me while we stand tall

and give to those awaiting call

who haven't any hope.

My tears run as a waterfall,

pour off my cheeks for one and all.

I don't know how they cope.

Now Susie is a dancer

She's nine, but now has cancer.

She's on a newer drug.

The days are slow. She sits alone

'tween night and day in twilight zone.

She needs someone to hug.

Meet David with clef palate

who plays on old wood pallet

each long and boredom day.

His mother doesn't have a house.

He's shy and quiet as a mouse

and has nothing to say.

Meet Bobby Jean who's starving -

while turkeys we are carving -

for our Thanksgiving feast.

She needs some clothes and needs a bath.

She did not choose this endless path.

Of these, she is the 'least'.

Meet the Muslim boy, Abdul.

He's beaten hard and it's so cruel.

He studies the Koran.

If you were him, you would be too

and studying a twisted view

to be an evil man.

Please come with me while we stand tall

and give to those awaiting call

who haven't any hope.

My tears run as a waterfall,

pour off my cheeks for one and all.

I don't know how they cope.

2016 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - written 11/12/16 - Since age 50, Louis Gander has been writing poetry, including "story poetry". You can read more at ganderpoems.org

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