Are Freedoms Lost.

leaning to a new pond
To catch the rain and flow 
Why the rains ran the banks on by
The banks hold the swift catch
Of boats come and go
The masks and faces nearby gone
The streams beyond the hands to repair
Hold life’s many mysteries our prayers
Far and wide these little hands reach about
The suns light carried life all throughout 
Now brings me to prayer though not often 
The rain reaches the sun recedes just outcome
As forth art thou not without region declaration 
Or will lost to but for the good at hand thou art
To recover this world will reach recover
The days are not wholly night and night
Brings out the stars vigil holding hands
To the resurrection of deaf dumb blind
Return to God and creation in sight of 
The beginning and the end of judgements
Bringing them together in the finalization
Of life’s beginning way and want to read
Good will always remain to recover through
Man Woman and Child their hearts in unison 
The name it wears on its cuff holds a trinity
To Angels and Saints surging praise blessing
Now sung in unison in great belief and blessing.

(C) Daniel A McMahon











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