Friday, July 9, 2010


Sometimes I wonder
At how little people care
For their sisters and brothers
And how they may fair

So busy with running
This way and that
Not even seeing
Where it's all at

Always looking for praise
And buying into lies
They can't even raise
Their eyes to the skies

If they would only look
They might truly see
Their Saviour who forsook
Heaven for you and me

First they would see
The star proclaim His birth
And angels singing sweetly
Over all the earth

Next they'd see the cross
Where He shed His precious blood
He did not count it a loss
To free us in a crimson flood

And then they'd see His glory
As He rose triumphant from the grave
They'd see it's more than a story
And they'd know their sins He forgave

Then maybe they would realize
The world has nothing to offer
And they'd see beyond the lies
And to God entrust their future

Jeannine Faith

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