If we saw life through God's timeless eyes
Would we see how depraved we are
All restless souls out of control
In desperate need of a Savior

Would we then give a hand to our fellow man
No matter creed or color
Invite them in, break bread with them
Show genuine love to one another

Would we give all we have to the point of death
Even death on a cross
If we saw life through God's timeless eyes
Would we do this all for the lost

Would we show love to the least of us
Expecting nothing in return
Knowing it all stems from the fall of man
Would we burn with concern

If we saw life through God's timeless eyes
Would it make much of a difference
The way we saw the world as a whole
And would the world even listen

A lot of what you do
I do not condone
But who am I to criticize
When it comes to each his own

What might suit you fine
I never would dare to wear
And you might find with open mind
That what I do, you don't go there

It might come to light
There are several means to an end
That doesn't constitute a crime
Or deduct from the shape we're in

Ice cream comes in many flavors
If not, then we'd get bored
With time off for good behavior
We can live in one accord

Though we all have different feelings
It doesn't mean we think alone
We still need to be willing in dealing
When it comes to each his own

I am at this moment
right where I am
just a tick away
from where I had been
the shortest of steps
that I'm soon to be
yet through all this
I'll still be me

just a breath away
from where it all ends
hard now to count
from the days I began
not sure which side
on the dial I lean
my best guess is
it's soon to be seen

what makes life exciting
is the mystery
what adventure is hiding
for the likes of me
to take me beyond
from where I now am
to deposit me
on the other side of that

You wrap me up in paper
While I'm out here tossing stones
Running off with scissors
Playing games on the go

What is next to happen
We may never know
With paper, rocks, and scissors
You never are alone

Running fast for cover
From being covered up
By the hand that's flattened
This fist, full of rocks

Hoping that the scissors
Soon enough will show up
Paper, rock, and scissors
Thankfully there's no gun

Peter Paperclip
Never got over the fact
That at such a young age
He got bent out of shape

And from that point on
He knew something was wrong
When he couldn't hold on
To things on his own

Now he just sits
On the cold wooden desk
Watching other paperclips
In the process

Of holding tightly
To things between teeth
Being of useful need
In the whole scheme of things

While Peter wastes away
All the live long day
With nothing much to say
Being bent out of shape

What are we supposed to do
When you say we're in the way
You're the one who invited us in
And now you say that we can't stay

Being miles away from yesterday
And the place we once called home
Now you tell us, pack your bags
And that we all have to go

We didn't come looking for a fight
Just peace and harmony
What will it take for open eyes
To see the light of humanity

We're all just trying to do better
And make something of our families
Isn't that what really matters
In the broad scheme of things

Wouldn't it be better if we came together
And built this up in both trust and love
After all, as I recall
You're the one who invited us...

If every Country
Here on the map
Would just sit back
Do their best to relax
Think of the people
Along with the effects
That ****** wars have
Try and give peace a chance

If every country
For a moment sat still
And at least try to think
Of someone other than self
Imagine the blow
That would be dealt
On the war machine
That's dragging us all against our will

If every country
Then laid down their arms
And in the meantime, made a promise
To never again do harm
Emptied themselves
Of the hatred that comes
With the ignorance
Of a country void of love

If every country
Would then make a pact
To share all they have
With the ones that lack
Giving freely to those
That have no way of paying back
Then maybe we'd have peace
Finally, in our grasp