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Dear God, What Have We Come To?

A School Girl's Lament
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites
It violates the Bill of Rights.
Anytime my head I bow
Becomes a federal matter now.
The law is specific; the law is precise
Praying out loud is no longer nice.

Praying aloud in a public hall
Upsets those who believe in nothing at all.
In silence alone we can meditate
and if God should get the credit-great!
They are bringing their guns,
I don't dare bring my Bible,
To do so might make me liable.
So, now Oh Lord, this plea I make:
Should I be shot in school,
My soul please take.

Editor's note: This lament was found on the Internet, with only this introduction: "Written by a 12 year-old girl in Boston."

A Striken Father's Lament
Your laws ignore our deepest needs

Your words are empty air.

You've stripped away our heritage.

You've outlawed simple prayer.

Now gunshots fill our classrooms.

And precious children die.

You seek for answers everywhere.

And ask the question "WHY"?

You regulate restrictive laws.

Through legislative creed.

And yet you fail to understand.

That God is what we need!

A Striken Father's Lament
Your laws ignore our deepest needs
Your words are empty air.
You've stripped away our heritage.
You've outlawed simple prayer.

Now gunshots fill our classrooms.
And precious children die.
You seek for answers everywhere.
And ask the question "WHY"?

You regulate restrictive laws.
Through legislative creed.
And yet you fail to understand.
That God is what we need!

Written by Darrell Scott, father of Rachel Scott, who was martyred for her belief in God in the Columbine High School library by a satanically-driven youth. Mr. Scott included this poem in his testimony before a U.S. House subcommittee on crime May 27, 1999.

Ways of A Life

by Daniel Sudhaker, India
Realities of life lie in
The irony of poignant living.
In constant pursuit to reach
Aspirations often slipping by.
Denied of love, lost to feeble reasons,
Soaked in self bonds become weak,
Groping in dark, touching strange shores
Urged on by hope life rolls on.
Dreams in myraid colored portraits,
Hang loosely on the walls of memory;
Tortuous, aflame, desires glitter,
Fluttering expectantly day after day.
Desolate, unfulfilled, yearning still,
Silently sail along the tides of time
Towards a distant but a short end,
To awake in Christ to life hereafter,
And eternity. time
Towards a distant but a short end,
To awake in Christ to life hereafter,
And eternity.

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