God's Chrildren Poem by Tom Zart

No ear nor tongue may ever tell
All the tortures of mankind.
No voice is so soft and clear
As the conscience of our mind.

It is our one true sanctuary
Where God alone makes the rules!
The guardian of our souls
Which keeps us from being fools.

Our conscience makes us righteous
It's a whisper of God in man.
For without it we're mere puppets
Who dance to the Devil's hand.

Satan sees the power of God
And to destroy it, is his plan
Just like He who suffered the cross
A victim of the hate of man.

The darts of hell upon the winds
Can impale us at any time.
Yet we who serve that which is right
Shall swarm forth, to the battle line.


By Tom Zart
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