There are pockets of people
Lost in this land
Feeling hurt, and alone
And with no one, to stand

These pockets of people
Are searching for peace
Something to hope for
A soul release

So many people
Walk around in a daze
Looking for something
The newest craze

But the way of the world
Will not save us at all
Instead it will stop us
From hearing Gods call

There are legions of Angels
Standing by to assist
To help ease the pain
So Gods call, we don't miss

Throw away all those things
Of the world that cause strife
Start living for Jesus
And gain your, eternal life

© Debbie Looney
June 8, 2006