God should be the King of all hearts
He is I whispered to the blank skies
He is the skies soft pale thundered back
but we thought something else, we lack
there is, a something
someone else in the garden
we went away we lost our minds
we came up empty every time
God should be the king of hearts He was
i mourned to the empty days
he was i cried through the choking haze
He is I whispered to the world at large
the only one the only one
the only one can be relied on
without Him we are torn apart
without him we are forced to dig
our own graves thinking that we live
or else to live with knaves
we are I whispered to the endless dark
God is the King the king of hearts
He is
I sobbed into the day of what's to come.
He is. much more
than the fizzing fireworks popcorn shows
He is cried the sea to all the shores
and all the children in their sleep.
mary angela douglas 12 february 2023
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