Grace

The old man scuffles through the empty streets…
His clothes torn and worn,
Searching desperately for some food to eat,
Routine of the early morn.

The child on her own searches for some light…
To leave the agency’s home,
Her mother has AIDS and has lost her sight,
The streets is hers to roam.

The boy looks for freedom up to the sky…
He sees no hope for his fears,
Busy parents; no help, he wants to die
His burden is his, not theirs.

We all have problems that seems so much…
Yet we cannot be overcome,
Help is there, just one call or one touch,
Through thy Maker it shall be done.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Kristal Manswell.

 

Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?

 

One thought on “Grace

  1. That is life full of troubles but if we only trust God everything will be alright.

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