Russell G. Robison


Lord I’m sitting out here
Underneath your starry sky
Just looking for some shelter
From too many questions why

We are nothing in this world
If we don’t stop and care
And how will we explain
We didn’t have the heart to share

We treat a stray dog better
Than we do the sick and old
We have no time for hunger
And that makes the world so cold

Too many tribes too petty
Just to let the past depart
Too many fences, being built
To keep us all apart

So here I sit again Lord
With no answers for the pain
But I’ll be back tomorrow
And we’ll have a talk again