Oh, Lord, I Must Talk With You
Oh, Lord, I Must Talk With You
Oh, Lord, I must talk with you.
Are your tears ever dry?
How do you wait to end it all,
And bring Your Glory to the sky?
I cannot cry as others die,
So frozen am I by the horror
Of yesterday and its tomorrow,
Of goodbyes, closed eyes.
To hate with guns, and nothing done
By those who have the power.
You, who were Peace who walked your earth,
Must be pouring an ocean of tears this hour.
For when your world was made, its foundation laid,
You had hope for your children’s choices,
And as we have learned some children spurn,
And Your hope seems stifled by strident voices.
So we who pray, bow our knees today,
To hope in You who know the answers,
While our hope is flawed, we beg your intervention,
We have lost our way from Your intentions.
Please, Dear Lord, start to clean our hearts.
Take away the world’s evil inventions.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
