Honey And Bees Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Sweet as the honey flows, yet bitter as
gall. Lord knows someday's, we've tasted
it all. Vines of poison can spread amongst
weeds, that grow so tall! ! ! ! ! As The distant
train echo's, the travelers melancholy haul.
Time and time again, on our knee's we may
crawl. Hell bent, in the dead of the night,
we may stumble, & fall. But, His arm's are
around everything, Holding All! ! ! ! ! Only He
knows the destination, and when or how soon,
the clock strikes for the ball. After our
battle, In The End, Salvation Will Call! ! ! ! !
In sweet melody, sing songs. Sing Praise, of
Worship. That reflects his ways. For Life,
and Nature, Whisper All Of Our Days! ! ! ! !