Providence

Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized 1 Minute 
O, Providence's mighty hand struck down
The bricks of rebellious sons and 'twas found.
God need no man to prove He exists. Shot
Down were the bricks with lightning, of George Floyd.
Let his name now be made to ever rot
In hell, for the power of God, annoyed
Broke to rubble the emblem of black hate.
Another is to go up, God, please also, this, break.

Neifert, B. K.. My Collected Writings. Kindle Direct, (C)2021. pp. 280.

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Published by B. K. Neifert

Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.

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