Oh how I wish that I might find
A path that’s safe and does not wind
The straightest road without a curve
Is more a choice than I deserve
For narrow as the options be
It is the route that pleases me !
Oh dearest Lord, please hear my plea
Create a stronger need in me
Help me to learn a kinder way
To face the challenge of each day !
So many children do not play
So many dreams have gone astray
While many values have been trashed
Too many idols now are bashed.
We live in times too tough to bear
There seems no kindness left to share
Our world is dying bit by bit
And everyone is part of it.
Dark clouds are gathering above
Obscuring all our acts of love
Hold on, hold on, the die is cast
Let’s welcome the iconoclast !
Her mountains rose up from the sea
While sunshine showed her true glory
Her rivers flowed upon this earth
The nation prospered for its worth.
Her people stood there by her side
They lived and fought and too soon died
The grandest place this world has seen
The saddest words “what might have been ” !
I hear the sound of marching feet
Parading down lengths of main street
I heard the voice of those who died
With their last breath, they gave us pride.
The earth ran red with their lost blood
The tears they cried were like a flood
One cannot know what they would feel
Or understand there’s nothing real !
The steeple bells ring loud and clear
Another Sunday morning’s here
Let’s raise our voices in a song
To show our Lord we do belong.
The choir sings its chosen hymn
With words of glory lauding Him
Please, God on high, rejoice with us
That we may share the Glorious !