Precious Lord take my hand lead me on make me stand
 for I am weak, tired & worn
 Through the storms you are there
 Your words are to pray but you want us to rest to

 Hearts will unfold to the message of your amazing grace
 tears, thoughts & prayer
 I shed a tear to numb my inner pain

 Inside we hide behind a squeaky wheel
 thorns, nails & sword
 We have to obey his precious word
 a beacon of light to a hurting world in need

 The search for truth
 among the blackened stench of the aroma in society
 Fake freaks from hell with a damned story to tell
 they are zombies searching for answers out of a garbage can

 paranoid message of hateful lust
 Never claiming in God we trust
 a challenge to be free is a question of time

 Love should be the essence of one's existence
 yet we have exchanged it for fake Hollywood lust
 Let us look above to the heavenly love
 merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder

 Stop the senseless fighting before are nation grows colder
 the senseless slaughter in the mothers womb is cold bloody murder
 We have to reflect before we proceed any further
 they handwriting is on the wall to warn the no it all
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Mario William Vitale

Mario William Vitale is a twentieth century poet. He has developed a style of free verse. Has written over one thousand poems. more…

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