Imagine, if you can, a life without a toy;
A life devoid of many things, yet a life filled with joy.
Imagine, a life without the prospect of learning every day.
No school for you, no future, just struggles and affrays.
Imagine, if you can, running for your life;
Fearing to look back for among the strife
You might see your mom or dad, a sister or brother
Fall prey as yours and their freedoms are smothered
“If only” is a game one usually can not win
“If only I hadn’t left” is heard above the din.
These words haunt the soul yearning for some peace.
But one rarely wins the “If only” game; playing it must cease.
We struggle as we second guess the sacred God of Life
But this God of Life desires more the end of senseless strife.
In the midst of tribulations, God certainly is there
But in our consternation, we doubt God’s presence near.
Terror stalks the young and old; the short and tall as well
It has been said and proven so, that our wars simply are hell.
Peace is what the world desires but selfishness wins out.
Why cannot a peace be made? “Let’s compromise,” they shout.
How badly do we desire peace, the peace as planned for us?
Enough to say “enough of this?” Or prolong the war of lust?
Imagine, if you can, a life of solitude, when one is not afraid.
Imagine: Peace could be, for you and me, if we would only pray.
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