hope. Someone’s freedom is dying.
NATO is bombing again, and an old man hungers
for the food we toss in the trash.
In London, riots for jobs and hope, children tossed
from homes foreclosed by failing banks.
A life’s journey is crossing these barren sands,
the seeker numb to the worlds pain and lost in his own.
Yet life waits here in the desert, the certainty of Christ.
He is a watered path that enters in to each of the desert pains.
A voice asking to trust and hold His hand and work
at healing, and feeling and knowing the hearts of each
who weeps for lost hope. Show them He says. The way.
Show them.
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