The Road To Damascus



The deadly scourge went on the rampage, 
beyond the silk road and seas. 
Sowing fear and death to all ages; 
bringing us to our knees. 

We shut the door to spare us, 
and waited till we're free. 
But the hourglass flipped twice over; 
snatched back our glee. 

Doors locked once more trapping despair. 
Whom do we lift our plea? 
We beg for hope in this uncertainty. 
Is it found in life's modernity? 

Hope did sprung from antiquity, 
from the Light that shined on Saul; 
On the dusty road to Damascus, 
will shine on us all through eternity. 

JRF 

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