A Call To Him

Dear Diary George,

There are things that will keep going on,

That you know, will leave you torn,

You know the harm that's being caused,

Alas! It can't be paused.

Using your mind, you can try,

Seeing the effects, your heart will cry,

But still, you will lay there, helpless,

'I can't stop it.' is what you will have to confess.

In the end, you will have to leave it in His hand,

For that is your only spark of hope, your magic wand,

I call Him to be the world's ship,

That will sail over this ocean of disease and deceit under His leadership.