The darkest day is one in which
There are no poor; there are no
rich.
It's one of economic woes,
But in some way, do you suppose
That black is black, and white
is white
And all that's good is truly
right?
As jugglers of both life and
death;
There's those who live and
those who's breath
Is somehow taken, but in greed?
Desire opposed to basic need?
"The world is
hungry," some will cry;
There's some who'll live, while
others die,
But ever watching from above,
Is God who lives, our God as
Love.
The darkest day, when man calls
out;
His fear is what it's all
about.
"I'll touch their lives
and heal their fear;
There's hope for all who shed a
tear."
What waits on mankind's darkest
day?
The light of hope for all who
pray.
There is always hope.
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