“God wrap me tight”
By: L.F.Young
4 July 2008
Late, in the cool night
A scream is heard
from a friend in need
calling for help, praying
hoping, someone-anyone
will let it be known.
That fire, has crept inside
consuming all, that it eats
that weeps
raising it’s hand
baring all, to come inside
daring to remove
what it now calls home.
One little boy, hears the call
from a friend in need
through kitchen’s fire grease
and sweltering heat.
He travels through,
the living flame of Hell’s breath
and breathes, a glimpse of hope
as the way opens
and the trap is set
to, the bedroom of screams.
Where, his brother
not in blood, waits…
scared with freight, calling out
with singed lungs, to the night.
The door fly’s open
where hope and salvation awaits
in the arms of an angel
saying.
‘Hold on to me, my friend
it’s only a small walk
back through, the living flames
of Heaven and Hell’s,
eternal game’.
Late in the night
two screams are heard
all, hold their breath
as something, breeches the night.
Calling out for help
from anyone in sight
for two little boy’s
have survived
Hell’s, unearthly might.
Even though
one little boy, held the other
it was God
who wrapped them tight.
