Florence G. Boman

(Sparta, Tennessee, USA)

The Master's Touch - Poem by Florence G. Boman

Oh God! I am so sorry
For the shape the world is in,
Even though you gave your only son
To save our souls from sin.
It seems the world has gone crazy
Sins of the flesh their only goal
In exchange for one night of drugs and sex
They sell their precious souls,
Babies are aborted, without a second thought
Old people are abandoned and left alone to die,
They have forgotten the Ten Commandments
And that you still reign on high,
The blood your Son shed on the cross
Washed all of their sins away,
But it is worse than Sodom and Gomorra
In this sin-crazed world today.
We await your coming soon, Dear Lord
We need you oh so much
The world is in such an awful mess
We need our Master's touch.

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  • (2/10/2007 11:04:00 AM)

    yes we do need our master's touch. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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