The LORD Offers Hope

In a far and distant land,
Where nothing be seen but sand;
There was a voice that was heard,
Sort of weeping like a bird.

A woman mourned for her child,
Since a bomber went wild;
Refused comfort as she said,
Because her child laid dead.

But I told her dry her tears,
And just wipe away her fears;
For her child will come home,
Whence the place he had to roam.

Then you will see the reward,
When you see him with the Lord;
Surely he will never die,
Having God as his ally.

Always remember to cope,
In God there is always hope.
If you know how to obey,
Your loved ones will never stray.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer

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