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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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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
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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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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
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