If I Could Sing

Copyright 2009 by Barry Yelton


If I could sing a thousand years
in space of just a minute
I wouldn’t hesitate the least
but certain sure begin it.

To sing the hurt of all the young
with solemn stanzas borning
the tragedy of small hearts torn
the battered painful morning.

The tiny frame with stricken eyes
that plead for understanding
The fist and steel strike hard in place
of simple reprimanding.

How can the human heart possess
such evil and such coldness
to harm a child such brutal sway
such elemental boldness!

Beyond the ken of decent thought
this perfidy residing
rolls down the hall of all the years
with human soul abiding.

The pain of separation sore
Divorce and death and sadness
wreak havoc on the little ones
and trample all their gladness.

If I could sing a thousand years
from this very minute on
I would surely sing for children
happiness from dawn to dawn.

Sing sunny days with garland clouds
laughing hours and fishing streams
of Mother’s love and Daddy’s lap
cheerful morn’ and rainbow dreams.

Sing the love of their Creator
sing to heart of young and old
Sing the song that’s never ending
greatest Love that ‘er was told.