Devastation

I'm devastated, from the devastation sometimes I ask myself why the good ones die young and leave us here hurting, pull back the curtains because I don't want them to see me cry these tears, but maybe then will I get a response from Heaven as the end draws near. This ain't about me but I'm devastated from the devastation, if only we could be as dedicated to save a life like we are to take one, Lord God I don't even know these victims, but these tears I shed are real it's deeper than a poetic sentence, I'm developing a hatred for the world we're living in, but you paid the price the remission of sins, I mourn for the families they're all my brothers and sisters, this world is so broken we need you now to come and fix it, what's wrong wit us? Why are we so hateful, I've never killed a man but even my life at times looks like it disgraces you, Matthew chapter five verse four, comfort them I pray renew their strength in you Lord... Dedicated to Larelle Amos, rest easy