The Fall and The Thud… by Toni Cross

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Harsh splinters grind between black teeth

A deathly sentiment hovers beneath

My enemy bites at me with a word

I’m struck down, fallen, like a bird

With the rush, with the thump, of a hollow thud

In the dust, my red blood makes bright mud

I wait helpless as a stunned sparrow

When fierce death comes to harrow

Where is He who truly sees all

That One who cares every time I fall?

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How Faith Is Found… By Toni L.A. Cross

If you don’t know how faith is found

Then watch this sparrow hit the ground

And listen for the whispered voice

And wait to see Him give me choice

To choose my way to death or life

To pick a path of joy or strife

He forces not the best on me

Nor scorns my fall for all to see

His hand is still beneath my form

Waiting to shelter me in the storm