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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2205926
Burdens of life. Worry, compaining, loyalty

Galatians 6:2 (NIV) New International Version: Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. Matthew 7:7 (NIV) New International Version: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you

Somewhere there are children
Who lie in hospitals far away
Who've lost both their arms;
We, who are the more fortunate,
Complain because we want more.
We worry when we don't
Have enough to spend;
We worry when we lose
A companion or a friend;
We worry by choice;
What about the little children
Who've lost their lives due to abuse
Who have no voice?
A devoted father and husband makes his way
Home on his hands and knees,
Because evil men have gone on a shooting spree?
He almost made it; he was almost there;
Now his wife and children will lay him to rest,
Only God knows the pain they bare.
Somewhere, there's a widow, or, a widower
Who lives alone; no one comes to call;
No one picks up the phone to say,
"I wanted you to know you are loved today.
What about those who live in nursing homes?
It is not enough to utter those precious
Heart warming words,
Yet your voices will always be heard.
We complain when we are too hot,
Or we're too cold.
We complain because we're too young,
Or we are too old;
We fret because we are in debt;
We worry when we don't have a fancy car,
A luxury boat, or a fast flying jet.
Somewhere there are providers who've
Lost their jobs because the companies,
Where they worked folds;
What a devastating loss!
Who is going to pay their bills?
Who will step up to the plate?
Who's going to help them carry their cross?
We bask in the warmth of love given by our God,
Yet we complain, as we wander about aimlessly,
Backbiting, lying, stealing, cursing in His Son's name,
You squelch His Spirit when upon His words you trod.
God records every word that comes from our mouths,
The good, the bad and the ugly.
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