When Love Is Your Blanket

In the cold streets of life There is no tunnel of hope Nor any ray of hope It is the man made reality Pushing people to the edge "Survival of the fittest, " they say. Deadlines and busy schedules Are the order of the day Idleness and unemployment Hugs the youth Poverty and diseases Torment the poor It is the geometry of suffering Displayed on the faces of the people Depression and other mental diseases Nesting in their hearts A perfect storm is brewing On the street of life Remember When Love is your blanket You shall not want "Even though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death, You will fear no evil, for you are with me; Your rod and your staff, they comfort me" Psalm 23: 4