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Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Slowdown by Mrs.D

SLOWDOWN 

The world slows down, the streets are hushed
The map is red, the blood, the death
From East to West, from North to South 
The globe in flames, the gasping mouth
The breathless lungs, loud machine,
Malicious virus, the novel gene 
The world is sick, both old and young
The shaking hands, the faces masked
No help in sight, no one to ask.
No light in the dark. The gloomy night
The empty streets, no sun in sight
The foe is here; it lurks among,
The warning strict to old and young
It doesn’t care who’s wrong or right
It cuts the feet, it thrives, it breeds
It’s new, unseen, can not be beat
It rules, it kills, imprisons wills
It separates; it’s trying faith
Forgotten fun, no playing kids
Life slowed down; it’s time to think
Why is it here? Time to rethink
Why did life change in a flash, a blink?
We scream, we cry, afraid to sink
Death’s upon us, it breaks all links
Is God with us or has He left us all?
Why is life stalled? Who dropped the ball?
We kill the unborn, but are scared to die
A deadly verdict—one stroke of a pen
The kin are gone, the kids alone
No face-to-face, replaced by a phone
We judge by brands, by fancy cars
Life’s speeding fast, it’s passing by
We’re blind, cruel; we make no sense
We missed all the turns; we lost our chance
It easier to judge than be judged
When love is gone and peace is nudged
No compromise, each for themselves
Forgotten Bible. The empty shelves
Too immature for fancy brains 
No memory who died on the cross in pain
The lying bureaucrats; divided world
The fight, the hate; we spin, we whirl
Too busy for a call, too bushed to meet
Too cheap on hugs, we missed His beat
To march one day under His drum
Are we too low? Are we too dumb?
To see the truth, we need His call
To drop a ball, to rip a wall
A wake-up call, alarm in flame
It doesn’t care for wealth or fame
No way to hide, escape or wane
What have we done? Are we ashamed? 
We’re guilty all, we will be blamed
Begin to care. It's not too late.
Masked in the sky, He is still here
He is with us; so close, so near
He’s stretched out His arms. He has no fear
He holds you close, because you’re dear
He’s lit His torch; He leads His way
You’re not alone, you will be saved.



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