So much brokenness and blood
So many trials and mother’s tears
This wounded world we live in
Finds us all filled up with fears
Is it possible to heal the wounds
Of a body so abused?
The thought of where we might begin
Leaves the best of us confused
So maybe we begin at home
And seek to love the nearest ones
The neighbor there across the street
And those who share our setting sun
In a world so vast and hurting
It may not seem enough to do
But tending to our neighbor
May just yet our world renew
For love is a curative soothing balm
In times when all feels lost
It will ask us to surrender much
But the healing’s worth the cost

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