The tears roll down an aging cheek
A wound is raw and weeping too
The world, this life has driven deep
It’s thorns of pain, distress and grief.
The anguish grows within a soul
Where loss has taken by surprise
Loved ones gone now grown cold
A vacuum now left behind.
The hunger in a stomach gnaws
Unnourished child of poverty
Trapped in the woes of Satan’s claws
The result of someone else’s sin.
The bombs explode, the shots ring out
People die without a chance
No way to help, no one to shout
Man’s war claims its victims gleefully.
The heart and mind of folks deceived
By false religions and deities
Whose heart the Truth they’ve not received
Who shun the Word or yet to hear.
The ones who are most like me
Who know You as their Saving Lord
Yet choose instead the sinner’s way
Who cannot break their selfish chords.
These ones I lift to You in prayer
O Mighty God the Living Word
Let me be an instrument of Your care
Let me be Your hands and feet!
These human souls in distress
Need You above all else it’s true
Accept this prayer to address
The woes of all who make humanity.
There seems so little I can do
So Father God I trust You’ve heard
Trust I have in the might of You
The Provider God, the I Am.
Send angels or Believers like me
Ease suffering, pain and hunger too
Loosen Satan’s grip so hope they see
You are God and love them still.
Let it be!