The Dilemma

Oh heavenly Father why did you put me in this position for fruition?
I know, your Son chose the one of integrity, I have not forgotten the begotten.

You said that the Rainbows know, and it is the Christians that
are worried. How fitting, you had me write 'Don't Worry, Be
Happy' while I was in Oz. So many pages, so many weeks,
so many life experiences.

Bhutan are good with gross national happiness, although even they
are not seeking within. No logging, no plastic bags, is a start,
not far enough and life is tough and rough without the cuffs.

Running the gauntlet over it you said, publishers on the run,
firing on all cylinders. Islam trying to change the law and
everyone's human rights of freedom of speech, and how we teach.

Banning dogs and people like socks. Life is full of shocks for
the cocks, and those that are sure that they can do it all without you.
The one that you sent to help them, to defend all that is sacred, pure and holy.

How can they ever understand a person that cares fully? When they're
on the pulley going down the mountain instead of walking up it?
The goats and crabs that go sideways, never walking straight.

All I can do is trust and know that you will act. I ask you
heavenly Father with all of my heart, no more bloodshed.
Please do not let there be a bloodbath to prove the point of
why we are here.

No more tears, let your light be sheer, let them see heavenly Father.
Remove the veils from their eyes, ears and hearts so that they can
see, hear and feel your blessed one.

Why does it have to be about me? Why can it not be about everyone?
Why do I have to be the key, so that they can see and be free?

 'You are SHE and 'You shall be', 'You shall set them free'.
"They judged you instead of hold your hand, now they are
buried in the sand with the metal cans. They will always
remember the palm of your hand that was open to help
them'.