This heart of mine is like a tool
It tows the line and bides the rule,
It feels the ache of those in pain
And weeps for souls who can’t sustain
A way of life in which there’s peace
And from this fear who seek release.
Please tell me why the weak must be
Sad victims of inequity,
I wish I knew what I could do
To ease their ache and help them through
The only words I have to say
Are “God is good, He is the way” !
Claire V. Bogdanos 