We can’t begin to fantasize or depict
The pain Christ lived before death on the cross.
Not much has changed from then to now
As the powers of wrong try to prove who’s boss.
All over the news daytime or night
Are endless reports of wickedness on display?
Our World is, what it is, because of doubt
Depending to whom and for what we pray.
Think of the pain, heart break, tears and sorrow
King David was chosen to face and endure.
We learn our lessons from the misjudgments of man
Though as we trust in God our destiny is sure.
Perhaps life’s greatest joy is our need for Christ
Who gives us reason to disciple His love.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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