For God to Decide


There is a man in the rain, huddled and shivering
He is laboring long and hard for every single breath;
His eyes are the only things looking up for him
The only other bright prospect is a merciful death;
Sometimes he is hopeful when his mind grows dim
This is one parcel he hopes someone’s delivering;
In this mire he’ll continue to reside
Since his fate is for God to decide.

Hands and voice raised in anger, almost continuous
She fights back in desperation but can’t overcome;
The corner of the room has become her fortress
Her back’s been beaten so much it’s become numb;
In the beginning the promises were limitless
Today her survival and stability are tenuous;
No helping hand will be at her side
Since this was for God to decide.
 
Behind the stained glass, within walls deemed hallow
Innocent lives are shattered and trust is betrayed;
Men of the cloth are casting off their robes and vows
Their true faces are tragically being displayed;
How much more could any decent human being allow
Why did those able to help remain hidden and fallow;
The guilty would never have been tried
If this case was for God to decide.

Flesh against flesh, metal versus metal in the field
Leaders linger in the background while soldiers wage;
If existence is likened to one, long, valuable book
Each death is akin to tearing out an important page;
On the chessboard outside another pawn is took
Another piece of propaganda for either side to wield;
Everyone would have eventually died
If the victor was for God to decide.

4-3-03


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