Temperatures are hot
Tempers are hot
Shifting Sand
Nothing Solid for which we have to stand.
Hearts filled with fear
Heads filled with hate
It all seems to have gone too far.
The expectations for good to happen
being significantly below par.
I have mentioned it before and it must be said once again.
Look up, Reach out,
with just a few words
in a whisper,
or if you like, in a shout.
His goodness, His love, His inclusive nature,
and present help in time of trouble, I must tout.
With God, our Hope,
our security
is sure.
This transitional life
that never stays still.
Reach out boldly to God;
He will calm every fear.
He has hung every star
and is always close, forever near.
Ask for the help you require,
whatever it is,
enormous or tiny in scope.
He will be there to answer, He will.
He has been and remains in this dramatic hour
and all the times before.....
Our best and only
HOPE
