A voice crying in the wilderness

I feel like a voice crying in the wilderness!
This wilderness that is the hustle and bustle of life!
So many people running around so busy with their lives
No time to listen to the whole world crying in pain!
I wander around in today's world but everyone is deaf
They do not want to hear about eternal life
They only want to do what they want!
There is no peace or happiness in their lives
They are so run of their feet with worry
That tomorrow is like a dirty word!
There seems to be no patience or love for our neighbours
So few are concerned enough to help others!
Yet when push comes to shove
Many come to offer help to their neighbours
In times of strife the feelings of others do matter but
Not enough to for it to happen all the time!
Sometimes I feel like a voice crying in the wilderness of life
The quiet little voice of one who cares about
What will come next; what will happen?
When it all comes tumbling down around our ears?
In this uncertain time if end-world prophecies
The many disasters make us all look up into the skies and
Hope and pray that many do think of the future
Maybe not so distant; not so far away
When our dear Lord will be seen 
Coming in the clouds with fire and mighty power! 
I am ready Lord and yet I worry about all those who
Are still lost in that wilderness of life
Lord I cry out to you to give them just a little bit longer
Like Lot waiting for just ten righteous to come from Sodom!