It’s all smiles here in the house,
We can dance and play the mouse,
We can wear the crown, the blouse.
It’s all bleeding in their hearts,
They can’t live or sleep on mats,
The bullets burn, they pierce like darts.
You may be living, wondering how happy you are and how free you are to be grateful to God Almighty for your life. Somehow, someone, somewhere, at some time does not have that luxury.
Go to places like Iraq, and you’ll understand what it feels like to be left but with your clothes on; your car, phone, in short, all property seized, because you say you are a CHRISTIAN.
It becomes even frightening when our brothers over there (Mosul) are given the ultimatum to either leave their hometown, because they are Christians, or face death, if they choose to stay. The…
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