The Microwave

Thank you for being you and helping me in the way that you do.
I am aware, that I haven't written a sonnet to you for a very long time.
Life as been surreal, as mans plans are revealed, appealed and men killed.


It reminds me of the film 'Killing fields' instead of 'Field of Dream's.
Where is the A Team? Life is not all that it seems, where is the honor
for your will heavenly Father? Major Tom there is something wrong.
The bible predicted that it would pong, can we not sing a better song?


You know the nurse contacted me about her little brother, and
how they've put him under the cover. Oh heavenly Father, when is
it time for us to set them free from the medics? They don't understand
the planetary frequencies and the peoples sensitivity. 


Abba hold him in your arms of love and gentle embrace.
Help the doctors to understand the energetic microwave that he
digests in his chest. Set him free heavenly Father, do it for me.
His mother is going blind, let her see heavenly Father,
I know that you love me, like I love you, so true.


Help Japan Abba, they know not what they do.
Forgive them Father, I promise to do everything for you.
I opened the door to the Tree of Life and became your wife.
Life is filled with trouble and strife, and men using the knife.


Sons of light we do call, although many do not understand the fall.
The flame of your love burns brightly, we do stand tall. Let there
be no shortfall and only waterfalls of blessed water, that is healthy
for people to drink. Let not humanity sink in their own mire and attire.