So Many . . .

So many wandering sheep,
too many wolves on the roam
so many losing their way
too many not going home.

So many wars and rumors,
too many battles being fought
so many dying for their cause
too many gods being sought.

So many hungry children,
too many having no choice
so many without living water
too many can't hear His voice.

So many rivers overflowing,
too many caught in the flood
so many winds are raging
too many not washed in His blood.

So many starving victims,
too many parched dry lands
so many hungry for the truth
too many in Satan's hands.

So many countries being shaken,
too many roof tops caving
so many lives are crumbling
too many souls need saving.

So many pangs of man's labor,
too many spasms of His tribulation
so many will see the end-times
too many will die without salvation . . .

2 Samuel 22:3
King James Version

"The God of my rock; in him will I
trust:he is my shield, and the horn of
my salvation, my high tower, and my
refuge, my Saviour;thou savest me from
violence."

This poem was a finalist in the September 2012 poetry contest