Compassion - Poem by Linda Ori
Oh, God! Cannot you hear their cries?
These creatures lost and in despair
They weep for all their wretched lives
And wonder - does He even care?
Oh, God! Cannot you feel their pain?
Their souls ripped out and oozing life
They wander through the wind and rain
And wonder - does He wield this knife?
How awful is this holocost
How dreadful is their fate
What suffering must they undergo
When will it be too late?
Bring now your great compassion
Embrace these creatures tight,
Protect them from the horrors
Of this dark and endless night;
Shine down on them with caring,
With warmth, with peace and love,
Don't leave them to destruction -
Bring them guidance from above.
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