Listening to the news it's hard to to see the joy,
Self employed with no income,
Redundancies becoming abundant

A pandemic is still real,
People getting sick
A virus that shouldn't exist,
Taking too many lives.

People already sick,
Not getting the treatment they need,
The grieving not being able, to say goodbye to loved ones,
Mourners at a graveside not allowed to hug.

Nurses exhausted, a country on its knees,
The government trying to do its best while sleeping comfortably in their beds.

It's hard to see the joy,
A hope, an end in sight.
When will our country realise,
It's not about us?

It's about a God that is real,
That wants to heal each breaking heart.
A God that is next to you,
Waiting to be seen.

A God that won't let our spirits be crushed,
A God that understands grief.
A God that sent his Son to die,
So that we can live.

If your unsure,
You may or may not believe,
struggling in a pandemic,
with hearts and bones drying up.

Try calling out to God today,
Accept his Son loves you to the cross and back.
Ask for joy and hope today
I think your be surprised
At the answer you will get.







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