Covid-19Deadly virusStriking so suddenlyHitting all without discrimination Keeping us in complete isolationCrumbling the word’s most solid economiesShaking the world’s most assured foundations Walking around like masked robotsOvercoming
Death is swallowed up in sweet victory My dearest brother I will not cry at your passing Into that glorious eternity I will press on
Oh how, precious in the Lord’s sight Is the death of His cherished Saints We believed in Your healing Yet you took our Nicola Hearts
O Lord, to be attune to you To hear your heart break For a world going to Hell O Lord, to feel your perpetual pain
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