Hell

Tears fall

Like rain

The news brings even more pain

I imagine you weep with me

As we view all the misery

The husband whose wife is snatched from his loving arms

The child no longer resting in her bed

The friend whose phone rings endlessly

Lord I wonder why

So many are left to cry

Trite answers go unheard

Predictions of tribulation

Gate keepers keeping track

Of all that I lack

I know you are here

But somehow your voice reaches not my ear

Lord draw me near

That I may hear

You whisper to my heart

And every other part

That all shall be well

And all shall be well

And all manner of thing shall be well

Because right now all I see is hell