Out of The Shadows poem
Come quickly now, I see the light Let it devour evil's might The graces that our works unfold Have found a way to break the mold Our God has shook his mighty hand To shake the boasters from our land To set to right, the wrongs of old And claim our share of wealth untold We all have angels on our side To light and guard, rule and guide No time to whine over the bad blows It's time to shine out of the shadows