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April 20, 1999
Must have been a horrible day...
Father we trust you, and you teach us by trial...
And it all never happens to me,
I seem to believe
you've tucked me away
in some secluded corner
of the world
that is void of those
terrible
television
evils.
I take for granted
the safety of your hand
and the security of this place.
Must have been a horrible day...
Father we trust you, and you teach us by trial...
How many breaths are left,
till I'm the unfortunate
trapped in anarchy
in my back yard,
my playground,
my classroom.
How many revolutions
of this spinning mass of sin
till I'm the unfortunate
put to trial by fire
flame
force
fear.
Must have been a horrible day...
Father we trust you, and you teach by trial...
I watch my TV,
I listen to the news,
I pick up the paper,
and my heart feels as black and dead as the evils I perceive.
Could a heart be so coldly devoid of your love
that they'd take another life,
rape another village,
murder another race,
open bloody fire on another school,
crucify another martyr???
Must have been a horrible day...
Father we trust you, and you teach by trial...
My eyes are tired of taking in this misery,
my heart loathes the tales of terror,
my soul is revolted by the filth
of this way we live,
the way we let evil live,
the way we let all die.
How often do I turn my eyes,
close my mind,
shut out the pain of reality in the world today?
Another death - another story for the nightly news.
Must have been a horrible day...
Father we trust you, and you teach by trial...
If the cries of innocent victims,
the blood of silent students,
the daily doses of destruction,
and the perverted sense of justice we deplore
don't persuade you
to turn you eyes toward
the heavens above,
you may as well join the
trench coat Mafia of this world.
Drown us in your bullets of complacency,
and someday you'll fall too.
Must have been a horrible day...
Father we trust you, and you teach by trial...
Daddy in Heaven,
teach me how to love a little more
to counter-act all the hate in this world.
How many breaths, till the evil turns on me...
Each morning that you've the gift of
waking up,
ask yourself...
"How many breaths, till the evil turns on me?"
It could murder you today.
Do something.
Love.
Constantly.
"The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped."
"The Lord is the strength of His people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one."
"Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe." Proverbs, 29:25
Must have been a horrible day...
Father we trust you, and you teach by trial...
Keep praying when answers won't come.


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