Hey guys! Because of what I'm suffering with, here's a poem, "Inscriptions of Hope." It was originated in a cellar wall of Germany when the Nazi's came to ruin the jews' lives. Here's a poem written about the hope of a brighter future for them. Hopefully, this poem (it's also arranged into choral music!) will bring light to any of you who have been hurt by homophobia, especially those of you who have been thrown out of your homes or disowned or other form of intense homophobic bigotry. "Inscriptions of Hope" I believe in the sun, Even when it is not shining, And I believe in love, Even when there's no one there. And I believe in God, Even when he is silent, I believe through any trials, That there's always a way. But sometimes in this suffering, And hopeless despair, My heart cries for shelter, To know someone's there, But a voice rises within me, Saying "hold on, my child, I'll give you hope, I'll give you strength, Just stay a little while." May there someday be sunshine, May there someday be happiness, May there someday be love, May there someday be peace. I hope you guys know that even when you don't think so, there is always possibly someone out therewho cares or will care for you! They're there! Rest assure you guys will all be happy individuals for a lifetime!
Another song The Prayer of the Children Can you hear the prayer of the Children, On bended knees in the shadow of an unknown room, Empty eyes with no more tears to cry, Turning heavenward, towards the light. Crying "Jesus, help me to see the morning light of one more day, But if I should die before I wake, I pray my soul to take." Can you feel the hearts of the Children, Aching for home, for something of their very own, Reaching hands with nothing to hold on to, But hope for a better day, a better day. Crying "Jesus, help me to see the love again in my own land, But if unknown roads lead away from home, Give me loving arms, way from harm. Can you hear the voice of the Children, Softly pleading for silence in their shattered world, Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate, Blood of the innocence, on their hands. Crying "Jesus, help me to feel the sun again upon my face. For when darkness clears, I know your near, Bringing peace again. Dali cuje te sve djecje molitve? Can you hear the prayer of the children ~Words and music by Kurt Bestor You can listen to the song by clicking here
