HIS HAND

HIS HAND

A Poem by Bill Grimes Jr.

Falling
Calling
Yet no one heard her scream
Not even the demon
Spineless fiend that pushed her
Wasted naiveté
Innocence lost
Just another news flash
As the darkness closes in
The streets we walk
A minefield
Extreme danger lurks
Beneath every step
To look down is to die
For the light is above
Brilliant
Scintillating
Grace beyond reason
Holy love
Far beyond our human intellect
His gift of life is free
Sheer emancipation
To all who take His hand

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010

© 2011 Bill Grimes Jr.


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Bill Grimes Jr.
Bill Grimes Jr.

Madison, AL



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Me Child of God at age 53 My heart belongs to my children The essence of my smile My reason to be My soul belongs to Jesus Christ I am because of Him Im a doting Dad Published wordsmith Music.. more..

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