My tears, dear Lord are for the weak
For those who have no power to speak
So many voices to be heard
They cannot hear the sacred word.
They live in fear and discontent
Apart from truth their years are spent
Imprisoned, bullied, overrun
Both old and young their dreams undone.
Our God above does not relent
For those in need care will be sent
And soon to come His time will be
When He shall set His children free !
Claire V. Bogdanos 