Before my eyes the changes grow
And this old world I used to know
Is disappointing, one by one
We’ve lost our values, life’s undone.
I cannot recognize this place
Sometimes I think I’m lost in space
While all about folks speak in tongues
Like Babel, we have climbed the rungs.
Oh would that we might congregate
And from our sins chance separate
Entreat the Father of us all
To grant us grace ere we shall fall !
Claire V. Bogdanos 