How many more will breathe their last
before I give hope, before I give hope
How many more will drink another glass
before I share life, before I share life
How many more will waste away with hunger
before I give bread, before I give bread
How many more will be ill and suffer
before I say a prayer, before I say a prayer
How many more will be oppressed by evil
before I explain the Cross, before I explain the Cross
How many more will live without love
before I'm a friend, before I'm a friend
Far too many.
3 comments:
That poem/song is sad, but it makes me think. I need to read this every morning to give me push for my day.
Your words are beautiful aand meaningful. You feel the urgency to share with all. An old song comes to my mind "We've a Story to tell to the Nations" You are a witness to your new people but also to all of us who read your words.
Thanks for the comment. My parent's new house is in country club. I hate telling people that because it makes them look like they have a lot of money when in reality they just got a great deal on an awesome house in a perfect neighborhood! You'll get to see it soon enough!
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