Our world is at a standstill
So many empty hours to fill
No work, so we should pray
No school, so we should study our minds and hearts
While making sure our kids are okay
Christ has taken His thorny crown
And set it on our heads
Offices, schools, eateries shut down
No traveling by plane through the sky
So to Jesus' outstretched arms I fly
With shut-ins, sympathize
With unemployed, empathize
See to it that these little ones, you do not despise (Matthew, chap. 8, vs.10)
Do your best to evangelize
Minutes turn to hours, hours into days
As the Heavens are higher than the earth,
So are My ways from your ways (Isaiah, chap. 55, vs. 9)
Time at a standstill
A pandemic chill
This is the Divine Will
Streets deserted
Waiting for hypocrites to be converted
Timeless days seem like eternity
A disease is now our enemy
Worse than war, hunger or poverty
These times, no one could foresee
As we await entrance into our Heavenly country
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Author Notes
Inspired by the pan(ic)demic Corona virus. Corona means "crown," inspiring the verse about the "thorny crown." Everyone please stay safe and well. Love, Dove
Thanks to Linda Bickston from Fan Art Review
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