Love s hand of healing glory

Love's hand of healing glory has come down,
My own selfishness more fully realized -
It is a blessed fear and my call to movement now,
The future's whiffs of hope no longer ostracized.

Lose hope all too easily,
Let easy fear come too close to heart.
There's light where once horizon dark
Has big farewell to love-provided morning spark.

Confused and senseless era reigns,
Just like all those that've come before.
Look all too close and light of beauty fails,
From all the darkness eyes grow sore.

It only is a passing moment for the lives of many.
Though also's thus for the forsaken lives of few,
There're not enough lives with endearment carried,
Washed out is brothers' love sweet hue.

Our own life is precious, so are others.
How many times we fail to understand?
When pain and death lie ready in our hand,
Restrain it - be the best of what were once our fathers.

The answers shall be found like that and there is no alternate method -
Don't opt for freezing warmth of fear's hugs.
These ancient books have rested way too long on dusty racks,
They seem by rain of our neglect so roughly weathered.
Don't let death come to where life's in bloom,
Pull up your sleeves, pick up the broom
And do away with hatred and despair's doom
Today to lose tomorrow's way too soon.