A Cry For The Families Poem by Phyllis Strong

God I have a burden heart;
the issue has been around since days of old.
What happen to the families?
Where's the love, harmony and compassion?
They have hearts of stone and cold.

Sisters are not speaking to their brothers;
brothers don't really care.
Mothers will sue their daughters;
fathers are not even there.

We did not select our brothers and sisters;
It's you that planned it all.
But we do choose how we treat each other.
We'll have to answer to you, on judgment call.

Lord God please help fix the families,
my heart is crying out in pain.
I know you're a compassionate God;
Your heart must feel the same.

Lord I know you give us free will;
but please intervene in this mess.
I've done all I know to do,
will you please do the rest?

Since the time of Cain and Abel;
A brother will kill a brother.
Lest they forget, mother's womb is barren;
there can't be another.

Lord help restore the families.
Help siblings mature more each day;
all the jealousy and bickering like a child,
should now be put away.

Copyright © 2010 by-Phyllis Strong