SAVIOR
The ashes are from whence He came,
In ardent and turbulent fervor.
Cast of the very mineral strain,
Terra firma – life blood – preserver.
Insomuch, as we small beings,
Of a world too large and deep,
Could ever comprehend this nascence,
Whilst ours still rest in sleep.
Coventry lost many years ago
In fires of man’s own rage.
Stripped us of civility,
Another book…another page.
Yet here we are traversing roads,
On paths made of our desires.
Innocence lost, into decay,
As arrogance becomes our sire.
But there He is beyond averment,
Still, we cannot see.
The only one to save our world,
From the likes of you and me.
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