The hands of God


Destruction, devestation, anger, lonliness. The words that have come and have yet to come.        Hope, Faith, determination is in sight. Words that will only enlighten some.                              Breathing heavily the beating heart stops.                                                                                        Blood streams out but I preserve every drop.                                                                                    BEEP BEEP BEEP the sound in the air.                                                                                      Watching as all others stare.                                                                                                     Technology can tell the future or so ive heard.                                                                                     But at this moment God's hands is endured.                                                                                        The heart comes to life as a family in tears pray.                                                                                  The life i have saved is rememberd throughout the day.

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