Bless’em Lord

Sometimes I look around me
And feel overwhelmed by the pain I see
I am startled by the hunger in our land-
The stress and poverty.
I see in shock the anger, the crime
And the hate that some people display
And yet there are such loving folks
Scattered still along life's way.
Folks who do good in spite
Of all the wars, lies and evil
Honest and God-fearing people-
Folks who to please the Father
Daily try so hard
And sometimes my only prayer
Is "Oh, Please bless'em Lord!
Thena