The Family of Man on Our Ailing Earth
Our beautiful planet is in dire trouble.
Can the whole "Family of Man" work together to change this?Each one of us has a talent to contribute to help ease each others way.
Go within, and start changing our own little lives.
Those around us will follow.
OUR EARTH Our planet is dying.
Don't you hear her cry? Her beauteous rivers and valleys, Choking with the waste of man.
Her once pristine water, clarity, healing, Has gone by the way of industry.
The air so alive, the breath which gives life, Is choking with chemicals and smoke.
The waste that will last for a million years, Cannot find a resting place.
Don't you hear her crying? This beautiful life.
Does she not reflect what We are doing to ourselves? Our bodies, the decay, the abuse.
The terror, the fear.
Stifling the Spirit.
The I AM that I AM, GOD IS, SO WE ARE.
THE FAMILY OF MAN I don't really know how they do it, Myriad faces and forms Plodding along endlessly, Moving, chasing, roaming, Going from here to there.
I commend the human Spirit.
How do they do it Without going mad? The trials and gifts Come hand in hand.
The gifts are supreme; The tests are hell, But endlessly pushing on, Pointing upward, Dreaming dreams, Existing and sometimes living a full life.
Each an important part of the whole, The whole Family Of Man.
The human Spirit is indestructible.
And I can see it on their faces.
How do they do it Without going mad? It shows me the strength, the perfection, The Holy Spirit present in each one of our lives.
copyright2009 Merry C.
Battles
Can the whole "Family of Man" work together to change this?Each one of us has a talent to contribute to help ease each others way.
Go within, and start changing our own little lives.
Those around us will follow.
OUR EARTH Our planet is dying.
Don't you hear her cry? Her beauteous rivers and valleys, Choking with the waste of man.
Her once pristine water, clarity, healing, Has gone by the way of industry.
The air so alive, the breath which gives life, Is choking with chemicals and smoke.
The waste that will last for a million years, Cannot find a resting place.
Don't you hear her crying? This beautiful life.
Does she not reflect what We are doing to ourselves? Our bodies, the decay, the abuse.
The terror, the fear.
Stifling the Spirit.
The I AM that I AM, GOD IS, SO WE ARE.
THE FAMILY OF MAN I don't really know how they do it, Myriad faces and forms Plodding along endlessly, Moving, chasing, roaming, Going from here to there.
I commend the human Spirit.
How do they do it Without going mad? The trials and gifts Come hand in hand.
The gifts are supreme; The tests are hell, But endlessly pushing on, Pointing upward, Dreaming dreams, Existing and sometimes living a full life.
Each an important part of the whole, The whole Family Of Man.
The human Spirit is indestructible.
And I can see it on their faces.
How do they do it Without going mad? It shows me the strength, the perfection, The Holy Spirit present in each one of our lives.
copyright2009 Merry C.
Battles