Sat, 07/27/2013 - 10:27 -- kord


We hide the smoke that lights the vicious days

As tree tops block heat by burning green leaves.

I raise my head and bring my hands to pray

For the forgiveness from what He perceives.

My savior draws and guides me into lines

And I rebel and spill over a bid.

I acknowledge spirits that beg to shine

I broke laws I never knew as a kid.

But I continue to fight for good grades

So I embrace the cross that fits me best.

The evils in the air present the trades

I hide my Lord that loves me on my chest.

Do not let the red fire burn for me

Do not let the cloud of white angels leave. 


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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