TO BE HOLD

 © RYAN GUILEY

Guidance is brought by love,

Which shall overcome all matters,

Not for anyone to shove,

As it will be a time to gather.

 

A saw has many teeth to cut,

But they try and chisel the area to,

Those who shelter their own huts,

Comes a time when God will hear you.

 

God has chosen a new era,

As to provide for all humankind,

Which will be express without fear of,

As we will all take a piece to each line.

 

A window may be clear of stains,

But it is those who have seen,

As we are not falling in the drain,

Of a jewel that is remarkably green.

 

The words shall be spoken to all,

Not for hidden the purpose of desire,

As each person has a reason to a call,

Testing the hills, will create hot fires.

 

Only does a pasture hold grass,

It is those who harbour the coin,

As fighting does never will last,

As our hands will be first to join.

 

She rests with a mark of solitude,

Who knows the answer to be hold,

It is the transparency of each attitude,

To be corner and shape in their molds.

 

Believe, as I vision an awakener,

That will infest and drive the sound,

For Earth was freely done by the creator,

Evil approaches the reunited of the grounds.

 

A territory is like a gate that locks,

By virtue, it shall be designed to test,

For each period driven isn’t to mock,

As the purpose is to create, then rest.

 

Something that engraves the thirst,

Will be sanction to the currents,

It is who strides their own curse,

As the time approaches for appearance.