Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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

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