Rising Son jp 9/2/05

Hunger
No food for days on end.

Fear
Ravaged city without mend.

Bare
Feet and hearts on broken streets.

Tears
Streaked faces seated in plastic seats.

Death
Around every corner, turn and bend.

Heat
No cool, no calm nor way to defend.

Miles
Across unknown parts.

Questions
Among unsaved hearts.

Help
For the helpless.

Sense
To the senseless.

Light
Among the darkness.

Hope
Among the starkness.

There is healing
And hoping
And loving
And living
Still to be done.
Until the rising
of the Son.