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
No comments:
Post a Comment