The Battle [a Pray] Poem by alan brown

The battle lingered on
for many a night and day
but in the turmoil
and the noise
A poorman knelt to pray.

He did not ask for forgiveness
or to make him a rich man.
But instead he asked for others
to be given a helping hand.

Just then a ray of bright blue light
came down from the stormy sky
and lit a path for him to follow
with his allies by his side.

They walked the path of freedom
through the light of Gods own scope
From out of wreckage and destruction
sprung a welcome sprig of hope