I hope
The street i live on
Remembers where we lied all
Names gone
Reality plucked
Out like hairs that once stood tall
Sweet death
Your fever handcuffed
Enmity is shared
Locked down
Barbers pulled out hair
The prime minister is dead
How kind
Word of mouth and memes
While nurses seek protection
Because
The pregnant worker
Died to feed her little one.
Come out
And grow up stronger
Yesterday was yesterday
Let men
Of iron be made soft
you will find a way to play.
Restored
With Gods gift of joy
Restored and restored I am
Beyond
My memory saved
Holds to no comparison
Mass graves
In mortal ice rinks
stripes guard coasts and the sea shore
chin up
People don’t give up
Let Jesus our lord restore
Viral
Yes A killer cold
But hot doesn’t the church burn
Our fear
Is our friend to God
Let early risers worship
Come all
Deterred and broken
Hear through right and wrong from him
Shadow
Your understanding
Repent and be genuine
I sing
For God is well pleased
And sovereign to all the earth
Carry
Within my heart joy
If my post is second birth
Penance
Is the letterbox
Which was there before I was
Jesus
Is reason why
My God loves me just because
by Elliot C Vanderhyde