My mind is so heavy with things that I've learned,
There is violence & death each corner I have turned.
The powers that be all turn a blind eye,
They watch from the sidelines as death marches by.
The death of the innocent; not yet born,
The towns, cities, villages & families left forlorn.
What must the world think of the God that we serve,
A royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar ppl; he will preserve.
Do we often think outside our own camp,
Where we're led by the light that is coming from the lamp.
Leaders, nations, peoples that choose to be blind or not see,
All the forsaken, the forgotten, the lost & lonely that live in misery.
What must I do with this I have learned,
I am a stranger & foreigner in the land where I sojourn.
How must I relieve the suffering they face,
By prayer & supplication, I can only point them to grace.
It may be our hands are too weak & our eyes too dim,
But we can lift it all up and give it to HIM.
Prayers stand between the dark & the light,
Weeping endures but only through the night.
I have no end to these musings you see,
I'm continually asking," How can this be"?
How best can I help, their troubles to relieve,
I can show them Jesus & pray they believe.
But the troubles, wars, earthquakes, pestilences
must be,
Until all life is over and there is only eternity.
So must our hearts, minds & souls on HIM only rely,
Until it's all over & we enter the sweet by & by.
I cannot find an end to these musings you see,
For I'm always asking the question..... how can this be.......
Keturah
There is violence & death each corner I have turned.
The powers that be all turn a blind eye,
They watch from the sidelines as death marches by.
The death of the innocent; not yet born,
The towns, cities, villages & families left forlorn.
What must the world think of the God that we serve,
A royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar ppl; he will preserve.
Do we often think outside our own camp,
Where we're led by the light that is coming from the lamp.
Leaders, nations, peoples that choose to be blind or not see,
All the forsaken, the forgotten, the lost & lonely that live in misery.
What must I do with this I have learned,
I am a stranger & foreigner in the land where I sojourn.
How must I relieve the suffering they face,
By prayer & supplication, I can only point them to grace.
It may be our hands are too weak & our eyes too dim,
But we can lift it all up and give it to HIM.
Prayers stand between the dark & the light,
Weeping endures but only through the night.
I have no end to these musings you see,
I'm continually asking," How can this be"?
How best can I help, their troubles to relieve,
I can show them Jesus & pray they believe.
But the troubles, wars, earthquakes, pestilences
must be,
Until all life is over and there is only eternity.
So must our hearts, minds & souls on HIM only rely,
Until it's all over & we enter the sweet by & by.
I cannot find an end to these musings you see,
For I'm always asking the question..... how can this be.......
Keturah
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