i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
i hear the cries
of starving children.
i feel the bombs,
burning up the night.
i smell poverty,
and i taste injustice.
i shudder at prejudice,
i write the prayers
of the forgotten...
and sign their names
on unmarked stones.
what have i done...
lord, what have i done?
with this life,
this path, this cross.
i feel guilty,
and i know their suffering.
i cant help but wonder,
what i could have done
to stop the flood.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
have i been silent for too long.
and have my words
fallen like ashes,
driven by the mongrel wind.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled!
Beautiful Eric! You are chosen by our Lord to spread the message of hope, hope that someday, mankind may redeem itself, and the starving children will have food, the bombs will stop, and the lies will be wiped away. Greed will be no longer, and a happy life in the spirit, is all we can ask for. God Bless you! Elizabeth Grieco
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Really wonderful poem, when you are troubled with these kind of thoughts it is a very hard thing to get over, if ever. great write.