Blessed 24:7

A man standing in front of a sunrise.

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Today I can truly say I am blessed

As for my days past

I must confess

I have felt much less

For when the sun rises

It rises on the just

As well as the unjust

And when it sets

It sets on everybody and everything

For there are good days

And there are bad days

And there is no room for complaining

Because it serves no purpose

And solves no problems

There are wars and rumors of wars

Gang violence, crime, and murder

Ring out all over the land

Even terrorists

Have gotten a little out of hand

Disease stricken countries

And mouths unfed

People walking the streets

And children don’t have a place

To call home

The elderly are weary

And can’t rest their feet

How can this be

In a world full of the blessed

Because they have turned their backs

And cared much less

We must stop and think

And act on this quest

And ask “God” to help us

Undo all this mess

We walk in the darkness

And all the foundations of the Earth

Are out, of course,

Self-centered, selfish, greedy,

And destructive

It is time we must pray

And get out of the way

“Let go and let god”

For there are some

Who do believe

That there is a Heaven and Hell

And all is not well

And one day

“God” will even the score

And close the door…


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