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My most recent poem.

In my prayer time this morning I noticed that so many on my prayer list were dealing with struggles and strife and stress and unrest, and I found myself praying after so many that you would make a pathway of peace. The words took hold in my mind, and this is the result.

Written July 21, 2019 by Joan Rowden Hart

THE PATHWAY TO PEACE

When families are hurting and sometimes temper flares

When blood ties are unravelling, , you wonder just who cares

When those who should be closest don’t seem to want to share

Dear Lord, please make a pathway to peace.

When nations rise against nations, and folks are thinking war

When diplomats are weary, nothing seems to work anymore

When black and white are fighting, and the rich against the poor

Dear Lord, please make a pathway to peace.

When you lay in a manger the night the angels sang

Peace among men they said, the courts of heaven rang

When you saw in the future the cross from which you’d hang

You died to make a pathway of peace.

Peace to all men and nations, it is our prayer today

Peace in the midst of trial, for this O Lord we pray

From our hearts remove all malice, please take our hate away

And use our lives to create a pathway of peace.

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