Soft Sandal Feet

Soft Sandal Feet

A line drawn in the sand/

Immersed with heavy fallen tears..,
A beat of sweat
One word would often calm my fears !
With both waiting hands/

Torn amidst the heavy burden of the sun..,
With solace of peace and inner tranquility !
The pitter patter of soft sandal feet/
Would you now open your heart's door to him ?

There really is no other way/

One word would calm my fears..,
The silence in his beckoning call !
He does not scream as the world does,
Nor does he bit like Satan does !

In the garden he knew..,
For even then he had his eye on you..,
Even evil Judas knew..,
Yet he didn' claim him as his own..,

The cross was heavy !

But through it all he still pressed on/
Despite what the naysayers did to his beard ?
Pulling it out until the blood sprayed abroad !
He was wounded for our transgression's
Bruised for our iniquities/

A small child will dream/

At times a bit complacent from other's..,
Yet living alone in his fantasy world..,
With toys in the sandbox..,
Along with many other dreams !

Nothing on Earth is what it actually seems ?

Watching the clowns coming alive at night !
It's gravitational pull may bring some down/
The mere notion of reaching Spring !
Yet he is the most understood at heart/

Making a fresh start he will often loose his key's ?

Now as a teenager,
A crowd is watching you !
Just to see you bleed/
The sound of soft sandal feet..,
Now out on the patio/
Perplexed and torn..,

With the New World Order !

Skulls that are filled with fragmented bones/
A grand illusion of tormented death..,
Almost a papal view with a rose bud made out of real flesh !
Torn/

Resilient from the actual norm/

You seek guidance from the anti - Christ/
To take the mark with the hope to by some bread !
America, wake up !
What is going on inside of your head/
The time is now to repent !
Forget about looking back at the plow/
A soul that sin's is a soul that dies !
You may have to think.,
Before you can catch all those pop fly's !
People wake up !
By Mario William Vitale

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