Wanda Daugherty Poet Rhyme

Empathy For the Helpless

So many hurting people, 
Wounded with old hurts and new. 
Blood long dried but never tended, 
What oh what are we to do?

So many displaced people,
Searching, seeking to belong.
Wet tears in solitary darkness.
Hear their melancholy song.

Christ can heal the broken hearted
He loves the sinner oh so much. 
He is acquainted with their sorrows
He can heal them with his touch.

But who oh who will carry tidings?
Who will help them find their way? 
Church awake the light is fading
Who will preach? And who will pray?

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