Help Us

For Christmastide, Michelle’s poem:

Help Us

Save us now,

God’s chosen race,

From this unglorious

Sinister place.

A mean allotment

Is our view

From sin, distraction,

Bereavement too.

Save us now,

By Your mighty hand,

Lead us now

To your chosen land.

Dismay, despair,

Keen alloy,

Plot to take

Our every spoil.

Spare us, Lord,

And with Your grace,

Lead us where

We will be safe.

Angels hearken

Now to see

Rain has fallen

Over thee.

God be with us

In Thy quest.

Here comes Jesus,

Eternal rest.

by Michelle Swope

from Through Time’s Looking Glass