Hope Poem
Written on the 22nd June 2008, this poem was a result of what was happening all around me. Almost as if overnight one could see how people's lives have changed and started to fall apart. Things were really starting to look bleak and dismal, driving me to my knees in search of God's help
God Will Make A Way
©
Lydia Preston
Society seems in a mess
Mothers cry, while Fathers stress
to be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
every day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go
the things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories
drugs and sex aren't hard to find
it seems as if the worlds gone blind
for what the people fail to see
is messing up society
as Dads no longer head their home
and kids all sit, and chat by phone
what once to all has been a home
is looking like a war torn zone
no longer do you find that kids
are playing in the park
for it's become a hideout place
for gangsters after dark
what once was right now seems so wrong
no more joy and no more song
as what this all was meant to be
lies buried in a cemetery
by telling you these things my aim
is not to make you mad
it's just to tell another truth
which soon will make you glad
amidst the chaos of this world
of hurt, despair and pain
and hate along with treachery
all done for selfish gain
there's this one thing I know of
believe with all my heart
that when I bend my knees to pray
my God will make a way
Mothers cry, while Fathers stress
to be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
every day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go
the things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories
drugs and sex aren't hard to find
it seems as if the worlds gone blind
for what the people fail to see
is messing up society
as Dads no longer head their home
and kids all sit, and chat by phone
what once to all has been a home
is looking like a war torn zone
no longer do you find that kids
are playing in the park
for it's become a hideout place
for gangsters after dark
what once was right now seems so wrong
no more joy and no more song
as what this all was meant to be
lies buried in a cemetery
by telling you these things my aim
is not to make you mad
it's just to tell another truth
which soon will make you glad
amidst the chaos of this world
of hurt, despair and pain
and hate along with treachery
all done for selfish gain
there's this one thing I know of
believe with all my heart
that when I bend my knees to pray
my God will make a way
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