The day we forgot GOD.
Tears fell upon shaken sod.
Only to find myself alone.
Empty it was, a hollow home.
Sand and dust across time.
Grow and retreat, it was mine.
Lost in confusion of plastic ways.
Time is money for every day.
Lost in a fold of lost faith.
Crumbled church, the gutter waif.
Cold hearts sing in the choir.
Satan's song, road of the fire.
from my book: DREAMS
JESUS SAVES
great write sir...a poem with words so true.... bears great concepts and meaning... an eye opener....awakening piece... 10+++
my heart is in pain....I know i have my lapses....yet! i felt that iam not strong as you are...the poet tells...what to be come in you...Very nice poem...it push me to the limit...Thank you my friend...I love your poem...God bless my friend
You wrote this so well, Joe and unfortunately it's all too true! A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
VERY TRUE A HOLLOW HOME THIS WOULD BECOME WITHOUT GOD