In The Arms Of An Angel

I’m at a lost for words  
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds  
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind  
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend  
The mind of Satan so freely roams  
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes  
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast  
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet  

Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence  
No lamb's blood to cast over the door post to protect undeveloped lives as ancient customary of whence  
Plagues of dark hearts, plagues of fallen bodies riddles the land  
Bullets flying from the madness of a frenzied man  
NRA shouting, it’s not our fault, society do you not understand  
Guns don’t kill people if not placed in the wrong hands  
Its the second amendment, what don’t you understand or refuse to comprehend  
 
Too much blood has seeped the soil  
From plantations lynching, where ropes were tightly coiled  
Mental illness of the mind, no excuses accepted in these matters  
Plans of assignations and demise of others, as you stepped up to be the sole batter  
No worries who your evil may come to effect  
Unknown names, rich histories, their emotions you have never felt  
 
How much Lord must your wandering sheep continue to take  
Free will and a contest with Luckier to test localities, while deals with self-one maliciously makes  
Atheists gnawing at the Meek’s back, echoing, there is no God to claim  
The intellect must accept life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, which brings pain, or hellish rains  
When heavy hearts hang with no comfort in the whys, the perpetrator did not even know their names  
I have outlived my child whom I birthed, a casket of memories is all that will remain  
 
Give us a sign of peace down here  
I hear so many crying in the dark, silently shedding of tears  
Does the plight to love life determines our fate once we reach the sky  
To repent on knees after brutality, does that give freedom to cause chaos, where tears on earth still fall from the living eyes  
Where are you Creator of this beautiful universe  
To have masculinity spit upon the faith of your words, white robes holding bible in hands, burning flesh on crosses bringing to the cosmic a diabolical curse  
 
Do You, not see the mistrust, if thy right hand offend thee then cut it off  
Then as a witness from above, the atrocities cast upon you children, if no relief then we all remain lost  
Don’t allow the Morning Star to intervene with spears of mischief taking the vessels of borrowed souls in such horrific scenes  
This world as we know it, as we inhabit it, is always cruel and so mean  
To the families still grieving, left behind  
Know this, their hearts is the thread interwoven as life ordained on the Creator’s time  
He makes no mistakes, if you can keep your faith, by fate designs  
 
Selah