When we have lost our heart
When we judge what we do not know
Show no gratitude for life
Our soul slowly dies
When we look at our neighbor in hate
Because they are a different shade
We move away a little more
From our Fathers eyes
The world is lost, blinded by hate
Forgotten our purpose
Forgotten our fate
Living a life of lies
Money and greed, I want what is mine
Instead of feeding the hungry
Helping the blind
Becoming all you despise
On your deathbed you
Scream "God save my soul"
He says in return
I know you no more
You didn't live the love
You claimed in church
Instead you looked down
From high on your perch
Jesus taught you the way
Yet you twist it to serve
Your greed and your hunger
For things of this world
A deathbed confession
Won't save your soul
When you gave it to man
And by my children you strolled
The homeless, the naked
The thirsty, the weak
I put them in front of you
But you called them all freaks
You judged their condition
Instead of lending a hand
Turning your eye
To the suffering at hand
Your riches are grand
Your possessions, many
You wallowed in greed
Had more than plenty
What did you give
To end the suffering of one?
Be careful how you live
Before your life is done
January 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
When we have lost our heart
When we judge what we do not know
Show no gratitude for life
Our soul slowly dies
When we look at our neighbor in hate
Because they are a different shade
We move away a little more
From our Fathers eyes
The world is lost, blinded by hate
Forgotten our purpose
Forgotten our fate
Living a life of lies
Money and greed, I want what is mine
Instead of feeding the hungry
Helping the blind
Becoming all you despise
On your deathbed you
Scream "God save my soul"
He says in return
I know you no more
You didn't live the love
You claimed in church
Instead you looked down
From high on your perch
Jesus taught you the way
Yet you twist it to serve
Your greed and your hunger
For things of this world
A deathbed confession
Won't save your soul
When you gave it to man
And by my children you strolled
The homeless, the naked
The thirsty, the weak
I put them in front of you
But you called them all freaks
You judged their condition
Instead of lending a hand
Turning your eye
To the suffering at hand
Your riches are grand
Your possessions, many
You wallowed in greed
Had more than plenty
What did you give
To end the suffering of one?
Be careful how you live
Before your life is done
January 29, 2019
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