I Shall Rue the Day

 When this pen shall lie silent

   as if it had a voice to speak,

     I shall rue the day

      for there is still much unseen

       which longs for voice

and for those things I speak.

 

I speak words for the voiceless,

   shedding light on the darkness

     of minds too lost to see,

      too hurried for a slower pace,

       too occupied with life

to see the life being missed.

 

So, good Lord, grant one more day

   to see your glory here

    that Your voice I might be

      for the creation around me

        and the souls who do not know

of their blindness and need to see.