They’re wondering where You’re at in all of this?
Will they just spiral into a dark abyss?
Did you have somewhere else to be?
Or were You watching while sipping Your morning tea?
So many think of You as some cynical king
Sitting back waiting for us to kiss Your ring
Hurts to even write those words…
For I know You are the faithful Shepherd who herds
I know you’re not wielding your gavel in hand
Wanting, waiting to judge all; every man…
I know your heart aches for ever lost soul
Hoping they would let you play your role
Of King, of Lord, Father of all
Majestic in splendor, will they hear Your call?
By Amy Blount 2020