Spoken from the Heart

It's madness, it's sadness
the evil of this world can make you depressed
how can men kill, lose their own will
do they even feel the pain left behind?
what's in their mind?
murder, rape, death
the sound of someone's last breath?
But the fact is that THEIR back is against the wall
left feeling small
like there's no one to call for help
I see a dark hole
a lost soul
someone in need of love
change that can only come from the Almighty God above
my head aches
my heart breaks
when I see and hear the news
pictures of young girls covered in blood
bodies battered and bruised
my prayer is for the victims
those that are living and those that are dead
I even pray for the killers
God, please get inside their heads
they're on the edge, standing on the ledge
the devil's calling them to jump
society cries, angry words fly
the jury decides to "fry the chump!"
can I ask why
the reason I cry
for the souls lost and bodies found?
I know God is in control,
cuz His touch has made ME whole
yet I weep for those still bound
I pray for you
I pray for me
Lord keep us from the hand of the enemy
let us be holy
let us be pure
Dear God this race...
let us endure.