Trouble is looming

If I tell you I am happy,
That would not be true;
I am not at all happy;
I have worries and fears;
Worries about the future;
I can’t say what is coming;
What looms in the air
Is frightful;
The sky is dark;
I see trouble blowing;
But I can’t say, for sure,
What kind of trouble it is;
Disaster hangs overhead
For everybody;
Death seems in the horizon;
I see shooting and killing;
I see war impending;
And what’s worse,
We cannot help ourselves.
We have become a helpless lot;
Who count on God alone;
Help us O Lord.
Without you we’re finished.


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