An ocean’s length from here to there
Fighting rages beyond repair.

Scores of children—hungry, dying
Getting better? I would be lying

And every day—a money scare
all in a broken world.

A thousand miles away our leaders fright
In evil do these men delight

Money and power, money and power
Getting worse by the hour

Our country improve?
No, try they might.

all in a broken world.

Work now scarce and money too
Struggle comes with each day new

The cost of breathing rising, rising
This depressing world we are despising

So with each day that comes
Do I color it blue,
all in a broken world?

Apart from it all, here I sit
Admiring the morning, God’s sacred gift

A timber’s branch quivers when lands a bird
Then my fluffy friend jumps, leaving the branch undisturbed.

Misty fog gathers dripping from pines
All of these things sooth my mind.

My Creator comforts, loves, and cares
And cries, “Be still, My love I share!”

Comforting peace beyond understanding
His Holy Spirit forever now granting.

A simple life of loving God,
and God loving us is all we must do, live and trust

all in a broken world.

anthony forrest