Making Sense of it All

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Why don’t they see Who You are?

Eyes closed, they run so far!

Can’t they hear the sands of time?

Ears stopped, convinced they’re just fine

Can’t they smell that Your mercy is new each day?

Their noses held high, arms crossed, with nothing to say

Oh Lord how can they not feel You all around?

Cold and hidden, thinking they cannot be found

Why don’t their mouths water for Your daily bread?

As they refuse to taste and see Your words in red

Anxiety, violence, fear and depression

They ignore it as they go about their newest obsession

My God smell the sweet savor of our praises

Hear loud and clear each one as it raises

Help them to see their sins, their offenses

And I pray for each of them to come to their senses

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