God Blesses All, Tortured Souls. Poem by Michael Gale

God bless all tortured souls...
Like many, that inhabit all, worldly knolls.

Like the rivers that over flow...
This plain fact-That, I know.

God will bless, the one's I love...
Peace filled flight, like the dove.

Finding their way, unto His fold...
Braced to heart, valued, as gold.

For God and Jesus, will always soar...
Into our hearts, as ever more.

Belief in Him, that elevates...
In us all, substantiates.

We to the Father of all, of man....
We are His, the Holy-clan.

We reach for Him, in thoughts of heart...
Never for thee, shall we depart.

Our Father up in Heaven, forgives, in love...
He'll reign forever, from, up above.

He'll walk with us on Earth, that day...
Only-if, we bow and pray.

Men, that day, to Him did cross...
The Savior of men, Our day-was loss.

We reunited with Him, in our believing ways...
So that we'd have traditionally, all saved days.