Am I starting to not care anymore?

Children taken as spoils of war

Still breaks my heart...a little.

Enough to pray...a little.

Storms come and storms go

To make my soul weary,

So my life is no longer light and breezy.

Prayers go up...but they're not easy

To maintain.

So my heart begins to complain.

Then I'm reminded,

That when life's battles are no longer fought

You join the masses... of those called

The lost.