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Mar 2
Often the world is turned upside down,
in a whirl of despair and desolation;
Hurt and pain seem to be the story,
of those suffering from life's conflagration.

Like the open wounds of war and conflict,
desolation prevails in a raging horror;
Heartfelt prayers reach out to our Lord,
when destructive forces move on to tomorrows.

If only we could love one another,
and see the world as it's supposed to be;
Hate never solves the problems we face,
everyone simply longs to be free.

A lingering sense of hopelessness,
carries on throughout the darkened days;
And through the night we all hold hands,
crying out in passionate longing as we pray.
Written by
Frances E McClelland  Hamilton, NJ
(Hamilton, NJ)   
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