Let the trees and flowers grow again in Ukraine
Where the fields of golden wheat and corn have been
Reduced to char and ashes
By the order of a madman who sends iron guns and trashes All the footsteps of time
He sets himself off; alone
As though he’s been enshrined
Although he has a heart of stone
He is not part of the divine
Far from it; he does create
Thoughts, words, ideas and thoughts of hate!
While Lent is about The Father and His chosen son
And how Jesus would not run
From the fate Pilot would impose
On the innocents of a man and expose
Jesus served up like a battering ram
Reminds me of Ukraine, anther lamb
Surrounded by Putin’s war mongers of hate
Filled with intense hostility
Ready to deliver a fate
Without causality
The Innocence of Christ
Is like the innocence of the Ukrainians
Let’s be precise
Pilots have existed throughout the ages
And when they show their fangs
They show their rages
This is what happens when a little man
Needs to be an emperor without a crown
Eventually he’ll be taken down
But the blameless will be hurt fighting for their cause
Because of another pilot enforcing his laws
As we bow our heads and hearts in prayer
We do care
May Ukraine’s lenten season be brought to a halt
For a people without fault
May God grace you, Ukraine, with white lilies and golden wheat And a new bread seasoned with a precious yeast
May our new Easter embrace Ukraine in its feat
Let the trees, grass and wheat grow again
in Ukraine
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Samuel 17 50…”(Thus David overcame the Pilustine with a sling and stone; He struck the Philistine mortally, and did it without a sword:)”
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My Lenten prayer for Ukraine ….” Their magnificent Spirits embolden me.” f/n/f 03/05/22