A Conversation With God
My Lord it pains me so
To stand before you as I do
When all I have are tales of woe
And sadness greater than I knew.
Dear child I see your torment
A veil enveloping your eyes
And yet to me you are a present
Of purest heart and just as wise.
Father I despair for what we have become,
Selfish and uncaring to suffering quite blind,
We’ve lost our way our senses numb,
No longer interested nor kind.
And yet you stand before me
Your story here to tell,
Were it not for what I see
I would each word dispel.
I know not what you mean
You treat me with such grace,
My soul’s no less unclean
I too for empathy lack space.
With every word you speak
A little seed you sow
And when its truth you clearly seek
Amazing trees shall grow.
Kindly Father help us please
That we may find the path,
Such opportunity we’ll seize
To abate your rightful wrath.
Go child and spread the word
So all may know that I await
Those whose conscience you have stirred
Their walk to me never too late.
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