What if these tears are not enough?

It's happened again!
The black cloud of terror,
on the news at ten.
This time it's artists,
Of a creative nature
Drawing pictures that make
some say 'I hate ya!'
Twelve more lost
in this futile war
where only hate wins
each day more and more.
I keep trying to love,
trying to say,
STOP! this killing,
hate cannot pay,
but I'm shouting at stones,
hitting a brick wall,
what I have to say
makes no difference at all.
So instead I cry tears,
they run down my cheek,
I cannot help thinking,
the future is bleak.
So the tears will still fall,
wetting the page,
and love shivers in me,
an inescapable cage.
I want to roar at the sun,
beat the earth to the ground,
but my feeble attempts
are ignored all round.
God's abandoned us here,
here with this stuff,
this hate and this fear,
can these tears be enough?
They're an expression of grief,
and therefore of care,
without these tears,
love isn't there,
so I will cry at this wrong,
I will cry at this hate,
for while tears fall,
it is not too late.
By this they will know you,
that you love and still love
when you are abandoned
and there's no heaven above.
It is in moments like these,
when hate seems to have won
when the tears are falling
and love is undone
that hope remembers,
that faith still lives on,
so we can keep going,
we can still cling on.

Three Word Wednesday from the Bible

'Arise LORD! Lift up your hands, O God. Do not forget the helpless.' Psalm 10:12

'Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:' 1 Peter 5:8

^' Hear this, you who trample the needy
    and do away with the poor of the land,

 saying,

‘When will the New Moon be over
    that we may sell grain,
and the Sabbath be ended
    that we may market wheat?’–
skimping on the measure,
    boosting the price
    and cheating with dishonest scales, 

 buying the poor with silver
    and the needy for a pair of sandals,
    selling even the sweepings with the wheat.' Amos 8:4-6

 

Praise God! My own Psalmist Praise

Praise God! Exalt him to the ends of the earth,




His works are never ending,

his wonders never cease,

his works displayed for all to see,

the captured are released,



mysteries revealing,

his infinite majesty,

seeking first his kingdom,

bowing at the knee.



Behold the Lamb of God,

born in squalor, born in pain,

living, breathing, dying,

for our greatest gain,



Praise him all you people,

praise him ever more,

look for him each day,

the Temple Curtain tore,



God is ever with us,

disciplined to see,

God is greater than my all,

than both you and me.



Praise God all you people,

praise God ever more.



Praise God! Exalt him to the ends of the earth!