But who do YOU say that I am?
Why do the good die young?
November 22, anniversary of assassination,
One, President John F. Kennedy;
Always remains a day of sorrow and infamy,
A day of remembrance, yet frustration.
Another day, five years from this event,
Martin Luther King shot as he walked to his room;
Severed by bullets, lost way too soon.
An inspiration to many in civil rights movement.
Men of leadership and charisma
Doing good for those in their care.
In turbulent times, they are our seen anchor
As one struggles for good in this era.
Saints wear many colors, always with a cause,
Worship one God maybe in different venues;
In 1963 or 1968, praying on their knees,
Love of neighbor always in their conscience.
We, who remain, not understanding
Ask Him who is our king, our lord,
Give us grace to accept; be forewarned
Our future is filled with uncertainty.
With God one is assured
He knows what is to be
We wish to be joined with He
After all He too did bleed.
The voice of light speaks through our tears:
“…all things work for good
For those who love God
Who are called according to his purpose.”