Sometimes
it isn’t worth it,
Or
so it would seem;
One
labors in all earnest
But
to lose his dream.
The finest
preparations
All
come then to naught,
By a
few who will not do
The
things that they ought.
While
pursuing their folly
To
the truth they’re blind,
To the
“reasonable” way
They
have closed their mind.
They
have their own agenda
To
it they are true;
And
until it’s accomplished
They
will not be through.
Forgetting
all the warnings
And
lessons of life,
With
their eyes closed by hatred
They
just stir the strife.
Stamping
out the innocents,
They
must have their way;
Forgetting
all decency
Their
game they will play.
I suppose
the real danger
We
face at their hand
Is becoming
just like them:
We
must understand –
There
is no hope in hatred,
Hate
breeds but more hate;
God,
please help us to learn this
Before
it’s too late.
Remind
us of Thy mercy,
Thy
pardon and love;
Direct
us to that City
Of
Thine up above!
Help
us think of Calvary,
The
One Who died there;
Remind
us of His coming
And
help us prepare.
Let the
wicked meet justice,
They
must pay the price;
But
our common decency
Let’s
not sacrifice.
Our eyes
fixed ever firmly
On
the One Who died,
The
Great Judge of all mankind
Who
shan’t be denied.
Remind
us of the struggles
We’ve
known in the past,
Show
us again the shadows
Our
fathers have cast.
Let’s
show them what we’re made of
-
Let us shine our light;
If it’s
trouble they’re after –
Let’s
give them a fight.
But we’ll
fight honorably,
For
justice and right;
And
when we are through with them,
When
they’ve seen our might,
We will
still sing the praises
Of
sweet liberty,
And
we’ll still be the Homeland
Of
the brave and free!
H.
L. Gradowith
September
20, 2001