TITLE: Finding Hope
By Wesley Hesketh
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I stand here on this mountaintop
For the entire world to see.
Just how thankful I’ve become
You know, it’s hard to be thankful in this
I see the rich man steal a lot of the time.
He stands with blinded eyes to all but his own plight.
He devours love and spit out the leftovers hatred .
I see the pain of the people, if left unattended
Grow into the gushing wounds of poverty.
Most people will say, you can’t feel that way today.
You must have hope, but they over look the reality of now.
In truth and light He sees the retching of a dieing World.
I don’t think He is thankful for what we have done with His beautiful creation. We have crushed it and tore it asunder. We have wasted His resources. Been lustful with greed. We are motivated by fear. Fear of not getting.
With a troubled heart I stand before the Lord.
I stumbled over words to say.
He calms my screeching mind. I ask Him why He ignores us as we swirled in the cesspool we call life. Quietly He speaks less I quake, “I have not looked the other way but am waiting. You have not asked Me. All I hear from you is, why has God done this
to me? When you find the truth you will find Me.”
You know what? I think we all have to fight our own Armageddon. It is our choice
if we want to fight it weak with hunger, or feed upon the Word and fight in full armor.
But that’s your path and He is waiting to make this a thanks giving again.
Maybe there is a reason to have this day. Maybe He does have a way to draw hope back from the abyss. Maybe if we cling together we will help develop that hope.
Would you like to try??
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