What is it we do?
What is it we don’t?
Torn I am at what to do, I don’t want just another job, I
have more to offer
The news of today, some twisted soul trying to make
accusations she knows are false
I see her face plastered on my TV as I Listen to Alan
Parson’s “Games People Play”
What a joke she’s on TV, and even sadder still some choose
to believe her
Well enough time wasted on that, put her up against the wall
and let her soul grind
Now a story of some twisted soul shooting up a Rite-Aid
warehouse
The demons in her head have gained control and she pulled
the trigger in hate
Again, why is this on the news, she is not worthy of 1
second of air-time
So I turn it off and climb back into my shell, where
harmonies abound
My life is changing and for that I am grateful
No more the wasted energy, the divisive distractions, the
waste of precious time
Shed me O’Lord of all these doubts, which are few, but
cannot be ignored
Letters I’ve written, some I have sent, others an address I
need
Stories and rhymes and sermons I’ve written, some are read
Others stay hidden, for they are between You and I, til the
time is chosen
Going on high noon now in a beautiful day…guess I’ll venture
out and play
All the while never questioning what to say, for You taught
me well
“Do not wonder what to
say, in that time, the words will be given to you”
I live my life now more than ever based on that lesson
As I wait for the next call…I know my dreams will not be
forsaken
I see the hate all around; I sense the goodness that abounds
It’s that goodness Lord that I seek most…help me to find it
I know it’s out there, the signs cannot be ignored and
they’re constant
Give me strength, patience, courage and wisdom to do Your
will…and I will.
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