This Poem was Submitted By: Dr Russell Wayne Nelson On Date: 2001-01-21 15:54:25 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Curse in Our Land

There is a curse in our land,      that is racing time like the drifting sand. Men of higher learning are being used,      their Hippocratic oath now being confused. Innocent mothers with problems supreme,      all wake up to a horrible dream. And the wise men that were to Washington sent,      forgot all the reasons or why they went. Is there a sign from God that we must see,      before we wake up to reality? Will we someday hear the battle cry,      of all the babies that had to die? Or will their spirits return to earth,      joining up with those of the second birth? Forming a bond so they can win,      the final victory over all of this sin. Suddenly, as a thief in the night,      joining Jesus to make things right. This would heal all mothers from near and far,      who are suffering with their battle scar.      

Copyright © January 2001 Dr Russell Wayne Nelson

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