A New Legacy - Poem by Terrance Tracy
The death of a newborn baby cast a shadow of grief on the spirit of every parent whose joy is a ransom of demand from a murderous thief.
Vanquished are the journeys through time are the essence of life, the hopes and dreams that may have roamed supreme.
The world is a lesser place for an old man is denied his time and space with the loss of the fulfillment of his days in the human race.
In the days of mourning, one is quick to blame one's own shame, or the one who is on display between two crosses on a hill far away; not knowing the promise of events to come for their hearts are harden by the loss of an infant never to see the fulfillment of his days.
In the course of mourning to those whose faith is true, an ebb tide will be on their side, for their morning will turn into joy; a new heaven and earth will be the source of promise.
"No more shall an infant from there live but a few days, nor and old man who has not fulfilled his days; for the child shall die 100 years old- ."
The Lord's people will build houses in which they will reign free from imminent domain, enjoying the fruits of their vineyards free from the herds that will trample without regards to the fruit that is not their reward.
Their children will be free from trouble and stress and their generations there will be no duress because they are blessed.
Of all the blessings, the best blessing for us all is that before we call our Lord will hear us while we are still speaking.
Our faith not leaking any measure for He will hear us because we are His treasure on His holy mountain where the wolf and the lamb shall feed together the lion will eat straw like the ox, for they are a creation in our Lord's holy nation.
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