" O, FATHER "

O Father,
What do You see on the earth here below?
War and strife, famine and blight,
Bloodied broken bodies and souls,
Addicts, murderers, thieves.
Your Pure Heart grieves
While satan seethes.
O Father,
Help us, please.

O Father,
It looks as tho' we're in a living hell
When we forget You are God;
We pray for our enemies and our friends
Cement relationships and make amends.
We come to You on bended knee,
Repentently,
That we can see more clearly,
And love Thee more dearly.

O Father,
Kind and merciful are You
Gracious and compassionate, too
An ever ready HELP in times of duress
Present when we call upon you in distress.
By your holy arm you forgivingly bless
Your sheep,
who scatter, and You gently gather
Into one fold, away from the cold,
And lovingly enfold
us into
The warmth of Your loving embrace
How blessed are we by Your Grace.

© Mel Patterson, 8-9-06