For just a bit of help so small, Ah my Lord, really what all We often have to go through, This all is well known to You.   Oh what all we need to bear, To speak out we don’t dare, Fearing how they may react, And so, we put on a great act, Posing to be what we are not, Ah my Lord, this pains a lot, With them we feel oh so tense As we engage in great pretence, Our real feelings we suppress, As those folks we seek to impress, So that our request they’ll concede And give to us th

Why this world did You create, Where there is so much hate, Pain, strife and gruesome war, And of evil things even more?   Ah! How this we wish we knew, The reason we’d been told by You, So we could discern this mystery dense, The world to us would then make sense.   There must be a reason most good, That we haven’t as yet understood, Why You made Your world this way, Perhaps to us this one day You’ll say, Till then, maybe the best we can do Is accept Your world as willed by

Ah what joy in deep sleep to be, Dead to the world temporarily, Burdens lifted of body and mind, Oh what bliss in this state to find, In a realm beyond earthly plane, Freed from relentless woe and pain, Soaring to heights that have no end, This mundane life to far transcend!   Is this what for some might await When they arrive at death’s gate, Body and mind when they discard, Exiting this world so harsh and hard, Blessed never again there to return: Will this be the joy they’