Watching the worries of the world pass me by

Lifting up our voices in a passion of hue and cry

I see the tenterhooks of angst triangulate our world

As my young children lay asleep slightly curled

Powerless to really do anything further or more

I quietly put down my books and pray; but what for?

Not my will but the Lord’s good will to be done

Proving once again there is nothing new under the sun

All that is in my power is to give them needed tools

And encourage following their hearts over old rules

But, first my children, learn these rules before breaking

That way you know what you’ve decided without mistaking

Your father spent a life time trying to make a better place

And he sees new hope every time he looks into your faces