Thoughts about the role we play in the state of the world.
Well, the world says that now you’ve left them,
They said that you didn’t care.
“What manner of God leaves the poor un-fed,
Unloved, and with nothing to wear?”
They cannot believe in a saviour
Whose presence they cannot detect.
Whose loving kindness they once heard of
But expectations, they haven’t been met.
They gaze into the eyes of the starving
And wince at the pain of the bruised.
“How can a God who’s all-knowing
Not cease the killings on the news?”
Why does it not occur to their understanding,
You’ve always been here – never left.
You’ve already helped the poor and the starving
By putting a heart in my chest.
Your hands keep on wiping the tears of the lonely
Because you’ve given them mine – as a friend.
The suffering should never go hungry and homeless
Because you’ve given me food I can send.
You’ve lavished the world in all your glory
And filled even the soil with great wealth.
You’ve hidden diamonds in the mountains
And given me nature-foods for good health.
You’ve planned in all your majestic glory
To provide for me, your offspring.
You’ve endowed me with un-foretold wisdom
And left me in charge of your everything.
You’ve trusted me to keep your world going
And asked me not to covet for my own.
Yet I’ve gathered the poor’s wealth to my bosom
And then blamed you for leaving them alone.
Please let me see, before I ask the questions
That you’ve given me more than enough to go around,
But it’s me that’s not extending
The riches I reap from your ground.
The riches I reap from your ground
The riches I refuse to pass around
The riches I latch onto while the poor are dying… rotting in the ground.
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