So Tired

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So Tired

When, O Lord

 When, O Lord, will this suffering be lifted from humanity?

When our souls, the ones You Called to Yourself can be free from this pain?

My God, my heart struggles with the anger, the pain, the misery of the World

My God, I call to you, When, O Lord, will you hear Your Sons and Daughters

As innocent blood is shed upon the earth in genocide and war

When, O Lord will we find peace on The Earth?

Where we can be free of Death and Hell,

How can we be closer to you, My God

So that Marriages don’t stress over minor things and break in the weakness of a moment

So many questions I have, and my small mind cannot possibly understand it from Your View

But When, O Lord…

When O Lord, when the Soldiers, Airmen, Sailors and Marines head out to battlefield…

When Senior Citizens wake in the midnight hour to see your Angel of Death before them…

When the Hands of Satan fall upon governments around the World….

When millions starve and drugs run through streets like they do in the veins of users….

When a man violates a woman…

When a woman betrays a man’s trust…

When children are destroyed before they are born, and souls hemorrhage from the pain

When we starve because of a lack of Love and marriages fail right from the start

O Lord, When… When will you open your arms to Your Creations and Your People

For Lord, your faithful are weary, but we keep watch

Young and Old, Lord we wait for you, and we weep for a world that is on its axis of Destruction

Lord, even from the hands of a soldier, a man that will murder in defense of his Nation

We are so tired and we are hurting, but Lord we wait on You to move as You see fit

Oh Lord, all we can do wait for Your Call,

We are so tired, but we look forward to seeing You on That Day

So we can stop asking When, and begin to enjoy The Light of Your Love Eternal

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

JonTalbain’s Poems (75)

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