My broken dreams

My heart cries,
My words,
These melodies
That flowed from a desperation,
A deep desire for change.
Why tonight?
Why am I consumed by sorrow?
I look, I listen, I wonder,
Where has there been a difference?
Oh God, I struggle,
I long for the reality,
A worship that is found
In the hearts
Of those who have no hope
Carried on our shoulders
Blessed by hope and grace.
Why in the midst of the throng
Is the hope of God in living flesh
So silent.


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