“I Weep”
By Rob Weddle
I weep for this world, once so bright and thriving with possibilities
Now bitter, cynical and short-tempered
I weep for my children, tangled up in a country working against
—not FOR—
them, as it was when I traversed a youthful path
I weep for my grandchildren, so bright and alive
Blossoming, in a bloody, dangerous land
tolerant of everything and nothing
I weep for the godless & dismal
spitting in the face of Christ
Unaware He was tortured to death for their eternal soul
At times I cackle & snort, you betcha
as life is a charming odyssey
But I grieve
and while moments pass, weep harder
And more
While my spirit soars…
Even so, come quickly, Lord
Broken People 