The Time Span Of A Tear.
A second ticked by and not a lot had occurred,
The minute hand moved, and a voice was heard.
It spoke of compassion, forgiveness and faith,
Never seeking self-aggrandisement, bearing no trace.
But soon the hour passed and faith was held back.
Hatred had entered and began its attack.
Time travelled on and soon hate controlled all,
Until the closing of a day, and a tear it did fall.
It flows today as a sacrifice for sin,
Offering a way out; of the hell we are in.
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