What do you do when the trust is gone?
The world goes on…
You wonder why people choose to lie.
You have lost a friend, but in the end
The truth wreaks havoc, so heavy it weighs
On your heart and mind.
Clearly it’s a warning sign.
They were never there and they didn’t care.
It was all for show in a church grown cold,
Arrogance and shameful pride
Pushing the peasants far hopelessly aside.
“Tend to the wound; heal it soon.”
Let my scars grow tough before I’m consumed.
The scars – reminders of One who loved
Unconditionally: He descended from above.
Only he can discern the pureness of our hearts
The Master of devotion; beneficence He imparts.
The calling is given and accepted by man,
But apathy reigns. The sheep are abandoned.
The scar stems deep as the wound grows closed.
The searing burn – pain is out of control.
My emotion bleeds for the sheep who suffer,
I must get stronger, as life gets tougher.
Trust in Him, the Almighty, and hope remains.
He carries it all through His suffering and pain.