'The Cry of our Children' is a perfect weave of realistic emotional thoughts and experiences on paper in simple straightforward language making it easy for readers to enjoy and connect with short, multi-genre topics in the book. In the arms of God is one of the many lovely poems that are in this book. Don't be Left behind get your ecopy on line today at Amazon .com. for $2.99 Get your e copy here A printed copy here In The Arms of God I’ve asked, why me, many times. More on days I didn’t want my troubles. I longed to go back to carefree times. When life seemed as easy as blowing bubbles. But when I start to feel denied. I simply close my eyes. I’m resting in the arms of God, And I’m wanted and sheltered. It’s peaceful in the arms of God, And that’s all I need to remember. I felt crushed and rejected. Excuses told me, no one was to blame. But that made me feel defeated. Although it didn’t really put out my flame. ...
Only for grief and sorrow you chose me. To give life long love, joy, hope, the best in life, You chose another in the prime of life. As you betrayed and turned your back on me. In your continued deceit, will take advantage of me. As I grieve because of all that was taken. Knowing that humiliation and hurt was given. For in my illness and despair you refused to care. As you wrapped your arms around another; How could I forget how truly cruel you are? IF my spirit, my heart, disappoints me By turning to you again for help, I deserve All the shame, rejection and difficult times I faced. I'd see myself as not having learned and willfully stupid. Even your promises seem worthless. As were your claims that citizenship was a gift. Are you purposefully deceitful or honestly so clueless? For that, came at an enormously high price to me. Because of all this, I abhor you more than you did me. Are you capable of telling or revealing the truth? Desparity Number 2 The imp...
She came, she cried, partly revealed Herself before saying, her last goodbyes. Her beauty had faded. She was now angry. Her warm and laughter was now buried. No longer delightful, but broken and crushed. Her trodden spirit endured too much. Many stormy days, lack of care. Wanting the respect she believed She earned but will not be shown. She tried, but discouragement came upon her. Her silky smooth skin and charm was gone. Her virtues were now passed on to her son. No one sheltered her, but now she does him. Her efforts, sacrifices, and labor were of no value. To her master, the one she trusted for it was he who sent her. She thought, she was deserving at least of love and respect. To her no care or recognition was displayed or given. Realized, he had showered all, to benefit himself Mainly those that surrounds him. She walked away, Only after she discovered that he had before her. With that, her cries were ignored, payment with held. Her efforts obst...
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