Poetry Post Masters 52

I Want
I want love I want peace
I want death to cease
I want the world to laugh
I want food well staffed
I want to make the world think and feel again
I want mercy to finally win
I want all pain to numb
I want Jehovah's Kingdom

If I Were Perfect
If I were perfect I'd live forever so I'd never die alone
I would throw away these mechanisms so I could make it on my own
If I were perfect I'd fear not where I trod
For if I were perfect I'd be next to God

Charity
I wish I could feed the poor
Until they could need no more
If I could liberate the oppressed
I would become forever self blessed