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
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