Doing His Will

Bewildered trying to fathom men killing women and

children by the thousands, have they no souls no remorse

Hard to imagine such hatred and fury, what causes them

to commit such butchery

The earth slowly being ruined, still mankind fails to

heed the warning signals

What has to occur before we begin to see what we are

doing to ourselves and the life around us

The whole of humanity is an insane beast, only showing

brief glimpses of clear thought

The best of us who try to make a difference are

exterminated, mysteriously they vanish

The good is weeded out and done away with while the

greed filled continue to dominate

Children starving despite a surplus of sustenance, the

wealthy doing very little, blinded by selfishness

Caring more for their pet animals, they ignore the

plight of so many innocent victims

Men and women labour to escape poverty while the well to

do look for new ways to exploit them

About all of the pain and suffering, we as individuals,

can do little, we can only look to ourselves

Our heartache will not ease the anguish of those less

fortunate than us

We can only become aware and pray that others do

likewise, we control only ourselves, that in itself an

arduous task

Have faith in God, give in to the fact that it is all

part of His plan, we need not understand His design

We may only accept His will for us, so we may grow

closer to His light

Do what we know in our hearts is fitting, for that is

how He conveys His intention for us

Heed not the images of the mind that try to bend and

twist the spirit

Such influence only brings us to the level of the

oppressive, or to that of the slayers of children

Let God do His will and accept from Him our

responsibilities so we may help bring about His design

If there is something for us to do to help ease the

torment of others, He will let it be known to us

When his message is gone unheeded, an opportunity for us

to be of service to those who need us is missed

For He is the way, and through His loving embrace only,

can we be saved from ourselves

Douglas A.Walker

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