It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
people are really hurting.
what makes a man do the things he does?
killing the innocent. taking lives... by what right?
tormented by pain or memories or guilt?
cuts are deep...
why do we not notice? how can things be so hidden from us?
after all we are all walking wounded... we all desire healing...
are we just looking the other way... staring at the ground to avoid eye contact?
'hi, how are you's' that have no depth... focused on what to say next, rather than listening... truly listening...
mankind is sick. maybe the reality is that we can't fix everybody.
mending can really only come from above.
how can my witness help others experience Christ? maybe honesty... more, brutal honesty is needed. maybe we shouldn't be so content... maybe we 'christians' should be less concerned with who'll win the next election and more concerned about boldly preaching Christ.
people are dying... some are still technically living but you know what i mean... their hands are at their sides and then there is Jesus - stretching out his hands of love... from the cross... from above... are we just not honest enough to tell them where to look to find the embrace of heaven?
i don't know... my heart is full of sorrow... people are dying and taking others with them because of hurt. when will it end?