Within this day my heart comes to cry. Sins I can not deny, My heart has become weak, Your presence I seek. Guidance I plead, make me not weak. Thy face I seek, oh hear my prayer and make me once more , Thy eagle to soar. For in Thy I trust washing away earthly lust. Make me strong, Guide me along , Hear my prayer , Oh Father so fair.
BioBeula Kapp born as a artistic soul developed the love of poetry, art and music In her early teens.Her poetry is filled with passion, life, struggles, questions that relates to the everyday person. She enjoys not only writing poetry, short stories, flash fiction but reading it as well, thus she enjoys being part of online writing communities where she is able to contribute, read and communicate with other artists.
When the angels created you they danced They sang and played with you constantly They laughed with you and had a smile on their faces all day They held you tenderly in their arms while you slept The day you
Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are
You ask about these tears These tears I cry…. Rolling down my face With every heave and sigh For a dying world Drowning in misery And hate ……These tears I cry For the lonely, The dying and The socially displaced
there’s a song in my heart that needs to be sung in union with friends a bit combersome fallen angelic creatures with vast different features create a whole inside flirting with fire blowing it up to its fullest of desire