According to His Riches
Malachi 3:1-18
"Who shall find a virtuous woman?
for her price is far above the pearls."

Proverbs 31:10
Hidden Treasures… Cry the Beloved Country December 23, 2007 comments rss

My home land calls me,
through the wind and the dust I can hear her crying.
Devotion is strong, Honor is sweet.
My Country leads me on to war and defeat.

I can’t look back, nothing will follow,
onward foward is a soldiers motto,
I keep my gun loaded, but hope I don’t need it.
Fear stares me right in the face,

Death laughs behind me…

I cringe but keep moving and listen
to my beloved sing her sorrows to me.
“Come home” she says, but it’s to late.
I’ve been bitten with war and hate.

I will not leave ’til love lays at her feet.
When dying and suffering
have made their end, I will
come home to my sweet land.

Written in 2004 I believe? I was inspired by something I watched about South Africa. Cry the beloved country was the name of a book.

I am looking for a list of qualifications that I wrote out for my future husband, and also for myself. I looked through several paper piles in the living room, didn’t find it but found some treasures including that poem. I’m going to look in the library I guess.


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