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    I SEE

    I SEE
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    Category: Writing and Poetry

    I See

    Seas Of people

    Wave after Wave of people

    There

                Fighting Hiding Running Moving Sick Hungry Diseased

    People are Dying

    The Children are Dying

    Waves and waves of people changing the face of the earth

                Changing borders and countries and moving across lines

    All around me hearing the promise A promise of peace

    True Christians know what this means it is written A promise of peace but there will be No Peace.

    The second seal broken and the red horse rides taking the peace from this world

    So that they will kill one another people killing people.

     

    I'm just a child of GOD Praise Power Glory Honor Thanksgiving forever and ever to the Lamb of GOD

     

    I See

    Seas of Souls

    Wave after Wave of Souls Souls that shine innocents Floating Away

    I hear the singing of new psalms , I see them  waving there palms

    With there white robes washed in the blood of the Lamb of God

    Seeing the spirits move to the throne of GOD , I tremble when I think what it means

    How many innocent must die for his name The Holy name of Christ.

     

    A prophet has no honor unless he reaches the end

    Suffering and sacrifice he sees

    The words he speaks do not really please

     

    I See

    There are seas of people

    Moving searching looking around wondering

    People thousands of people

    I see people oceans of people  looking like waves moving along

     

    I see

    Droves of people

    We are all just people We are all  One

    Religions are fighting

    People are dying everywhere

    Why when there is only one GOD

    We are all the same people

    Children are dying there is blood everywhere

    We are all just people People killing people

    With Wars that are not Won

    There is Lighting and thunder Waters and fire

    Don't you know God and his Desires

     

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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