The Hand of God
There are so many reasons we
Could sink into despair.
The world is cold and callous while
Most folks don't seem to care.
So greed drives wars and poverty,
Indifference eats at hope,
While crime and violence run unchecked,
And peace is out of scope.
But yet in growing darkness there
Is still a point of light.
A volunteer works freely
Teaching kids to read and write.
In Africa strong hearted folks
Work in a leper's camp,
While others help flood victims in
The typhoon's cold and damp.
A thousand lights, a million more
Illuminate the land,
And driving back the gloom of night
Extend their helping hand.
O'er all our hopes and dreams tonight
No evil runs rough shod.
For in the works and deeds of men
Is seen the hand of God.
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