Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

Their enemy will reign over them
The die is cast and it will happen.
Hardness of heart, their post mortem
This proud blind nation will not rise again
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His grace
Unchained sin's grip
Forgiveness flowing free
His Love and Mercy's miracle
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Could an such inadequate, ignoble vessel
Contain the wondrous depth and august meaning,
Of all her brokenness in sorrow tell
And capture thus her grief so overwhelming?
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Running, when no one is chasing,
Hiding, when no one is accusing,
Such is the torment of the mind
Where Sin and Guilt, one can find.
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We have this treasure in jars of clay
All because of His surpassing Mercy,
To show that the Power is His way
To manifest His purpose and His Glory.
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Vile corruption!
You're so entrenched
In power tendrils
Your tentacles have tied Justice
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What hollow, fickle minds construe
Exposing mental barrenness,
Foolish words never hold true
Such weight in verbose emptiness.
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I do not own the hand
That writes freely your words
Nor will I try to tell you
How and what to write
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When bullets speak
It ushers Silence
As all become weak
End of the sentence.
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When I shall die
And in my casket lie
Lost in eternal sleep
No reason there to weep
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