This world is full of tears and joy
And things to mock and to employ
The least of these seems to be love
Not carnal, but the one above !
I’m saddened when I think about
The lack of trust, the fear, the doubt
That follows in the path of man
Who sows this seed where’er he can !
You’d think the world would tired be
And search for ways to set us free
To bring us hope, help hate relent
Find peace beneath God’s giant tent !
Claire V. Bogdanos 