I look around and I see the faces of people as they are tired,
lifeless, and without hope. I wonder, what are they
thinking? Do they have any hopes that the dreams that they
clinged so tightly too will one day come true? I long to see
some compassion, seems like noone has any respect for another human
being. Drugs have nearly destroyed the lives of so many youth
today and no matter how much we try to educate and steer them in
the right direction, it seems we are failing. I too, get
weary sometimes, but I have a hope and a prayer that I wish
everyone could find, deep inside, that still, small voice. I
am weary, but I will find rest in Jesus, I pray the rest of the
world finds that rest in the hollow of his hands!
