thou shall be peace in the land, <br />lying baby's breathe in the air that capture <br />the ardent pain of a suffering blood, <br />from generation down to the <br />waking infant of thy mother breast <br /> <br />oh! fresh milk of the morning <br />sun, coward may fall to the ground <br />where great dunes <br />cover the face of loneliness <br />desert sorrow, find always the answer of <br />sweet resting place; as <br />the sacred vow to where the <br />descendant of Abraham, had return back home <br />the beginning of time <br /> <br />nay! come and bless <br />thy offering of your son, have <br />pity the soul that saved, what has been done <br />of savages and brutal <br />arm, leave us to stand and make <br />us to face our generation to live forever as, <br />thou the promise have <br />lingered those day and night in <br />you’re glorious precious blood we live <br /> <br />birthing the beginning of thy <br />lasting peace a <br />shared life a memory to <br />believe.<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-goal-beyond-its-reach/
