Let Your Kingdom Come Poem by Clyde King

This life is but a game
But it's hard to say it's name

It's one we all must play
Or we will rue the day

The dogs of war are loosed
Evil is killing the host

Our home is becoming a dump
It cries for help, it slumps

We cannot go to sleep
The risks run far too deep

Our lives are threatened too
So there is much to do

Thus let us pray: "Let your Kingdom come,
On the earth let your will be done."
-Matthew 6: 9,10