Scattering like bugs on hot cement
People frantic, can you hear their lament?
Fear has taken control, a driving force
Determined lives now thrown off course
Seems as though they run to find a truth
Willing to listen to sputterings of the uncouth
Fingers of blame pointing to all four winds
As the soup of truth gets more and more thinned
What do You have to say about it all?
What do You tell them when they call?
I’m sure love and forgiveness are first on your lips
Do they know they can guzzle from your well, rather than tiny sips?
In the light I see tiny dust particles swirling
As truth is lifted off its shelf, twirling
I hear the slow creaking of a Book being opened
A place where they can always put their hope in…
A map, a guide to light their way
If only they heed what Your words say…!
Behold I am doing a new thing, it shall spring forth
I will bring you out of the wilderness, you’ll find true north
Our Guide, our Truth, and our Way
Is coming soon, humble yourself and pray