We have all been damaged goods,
Husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, wives,
Hurt and abused, deceived and misused,
Someone or something shattered our lives.
Knowing sunshine and rain, joy and pain,
We have been left so completely broken,
A loved one lost, a special one tossed,
Or a word unwittingly and harshly spoken.
But the Lord can use these tragic events,
To make us what He desires us to be,
He will pick up all the scattered pieces,
And set us right back there on His knee.
A shot was fired, the children all ran,
That is how the massacre began.
Some kid got a gun, it wasn’t too hard,
He picked off children, in the schoolyard.
No one knows why, he did what he did,
He popped pills, maybe he flipped his lid.
No more words, action is what we need,
Time to bring law enforcement up to speed.
Gun owners resist, they put up a fight,
But killing our kids is just not right.
No more excuses, no more mistakes,
Rein in this problem by whatever it takes.
Seriously? You send me a friend request, and I go to your page only to discover that your account is either locked or set to private. What??? And you really expect me to accept your friend request??? I don’t think so! Open up, buddy! Thanks!