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Come To Their Rescue
by louis gander Still streaking down their lonely cheeks, so many tears are shed. With cries throughout the longest nights, those nightmares are widespread. --- I've maybe heard them once or twice, but please bear this in mind - there's so much shopping I must do and outfits I must find. The birthday parties I attend, the weddings, funerals too - and holidays are coming soon. Oh, what am I to do? Or maybe I am all wrapped up inside my fav'rite teams - the one that's in the playoffs now fulfilling this fan's dreams. For those who live outside my world, how can I really care? What can I do while I am here - and they are over there? To rescue someone? Tell me how. They don't live next to me. How can I hear their cries for help when they, I cannot see? Once unaware of torture, my snug ignorance was bliss. But why should I now waste any time here telling you all this? Please don't think I am ignorant of other people's pain - and all wrapped up inside myself. I'm not self-centered, vain. Tomorrow they'll be hurting too as they were yesterday. I can't go wasting all my time on folks so far away. The raping, loss of self-respect and murdering of girls, can't push important things aside like shopping now for pearls. Do I hurt anybody? No! It's Jesus I exalt. So do not tug at my heart strings. Their pain is not my fault! And don't think I'm not thankful here in warm and toasty bed - between my clean, soft cotton sheets as pillow hugs my head. But muffled screams - I hear them now. They, in my mem-ries, stay. They linger through the cold, dark nights and pester me all day. Oh, who can hear those victims scream through distant, starry nights? And who can hear survivors cries from cruel and futile fights? Though innocent, survivors moved. They had no other choice. They lost their homes and furniture and with it all, their voice. I cannot see those makeshift tents or taste what they call food. I cannot stop those terrorists or change my attitude. I'm done with sports and shopping now and buying myself stuff. Their screams have fin'lly reach my ears. I've failed them long enough. I do not buy new outfits now. And football's not my game. I'm focused on the "least of these". My life is not the same. I once thought it important here. I now no longer do. I'll start by giving all I can to come to their rescue. It's serious, the plight they're in. Please understand their worth. As sin runs rampant over weak around this evil earth. Our Congressmen must focus too while evil men connive. Please vote to stop the terrorists to save those still alive. --- Still streaking down their lonely cheeks, so many tears are shed, With cries throughout the longest nights, those nightmares are widespread. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |