The Clock is Ticking

Tick, Tock.
One.
Tick, Tock.
Two.

Every Lost second is a Lost life;
another child is thrust into adulthood.
Every Lost life is a Lost dream;
There is no longer time to play.

With every Lost dream,
there is Lost hope.
The reality of death kills the soul;
With Lost hope
comes sorrow,
as children cry out.

Tick, Tock.
Three.
Tick, Tock.
Four.

Sorrow screams for hope,
but it is Lost;
gone, never to return.

Lost hope means Lost dreams,
Is there any reason to live?
Lost dreams mean Lost life.
No. There is not.

Tick, Tock.
Five.
Tick. Tock.
Six. . .

The reality is, that every day, while we live out our comfortable lives, tens of thousands of people live in suffering. They feel the effects of extreme poverty, hunger, and disease. And the worst part is that there really is nothing they can do about it. But there is hope in that we CAN do something...and not only that, we are called to do something. For those who call themselves Christians, there is no excuse not to serve the needy. It's what Jesus did, and it's what we are to do. But the clock is ticking...