Sometimes we think God has forgotten us. Sometimes we have fogotten Him.


Is There Hope?

Oh Father of us all,
Come hear this woeful call
A child is tired from tears
They've rolled now for all these years
Down from eyes of pain
Pouring like the rain
They fall upon the floor
In rivers flow to the shore
Of the sea of all earth's sorrows
Will they flow for all life's tomorrows?
Oh Father of us all
Will you answer this child's call?
Can hope be in the plan
Will this child see the Promised Land?
What assurances will tell
That all someday will be well?
Must there be just enough
strength for the toughest of the tough?
Can the one who can barely breath
Have strength to just touch your sleeve?
Or must that one be lost
In the dust no matter the cost?
Pick up that little soul, please
And help that one to its knees
Take that face of many fears
And dry the fountain of tears
Look into those eyes that plead
And show them where you bleed
And then you can tell
That child, all will be well





Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-01 at 04:39

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Arti
And sometimes, we have forgotten how to ask for His help. Thanks for showing the way. :)
2006-10-01


Kathy Lockhart
beautiful prayer Phyllis. I pray this with you. Amen
2006-10-01


keith nunes
powerful and full of uplifting meaning. thanks Phyl!
2006-10-01