Orlando and my poem

Most of us are hearing the news out of Orlando and asking ourselves "Why?" Why would anyone go on a killing spree in a nice, American city like Orlando, Florida? What we must realize is that Satan dwells in nice, American cities. He walks the streets of these cities in human form seeking whom he may devour. Satan has infiltrated the hearts and minds of so many.

What if each of us would pray to God that He would help us live a life of helping others; of telling others about ...Him.? Could we make a difference in the lives of the people we meet?

I wrote this poem almost 50 years ago but I think it is relevant for today.

Lord, help me that each day I live,
Not just to take, Lord, but to give.
To give but a smile where there's a frown,
A tender word where harsh words abound.

Help me, Lord, to light the path,
To turn away from thoughts of wrath,
To love my neighbor that he may see.....
That spark within of Christianity,

That helps to keep me in They care,
That helps to save me from despair,
When all about the world I see,
Those with burdens, what ere they be.

Help me, Lord, to thankful be
For Thy dear Son, Jesus, who died for me.
When trials come; when hopes seem dim,
Help me to keep my eyes on Him.

When I fall short in things I do,
When I fail to keep these eyes on You,
Just help me , Lord, your love to share,
With those about me everywhere.

May all I think and say and do
Be in accordance, Lord, with you.
Especially Father do I pray,
For those about me everyday.

For those who slip from Your kind hand,
For those who fail to understand that,
There is a God, Who does love and care,
That everything is His affair.

And now, dear Lord, I ask of thee,
A very special thing for me.
Where ere I am, what ere I do,
Help me, dear Lord, to honor You.

Jo Ann- Copyright 1969