You scream.
a high pitched shriek arising from pure terror.
"I don't care."
The wailing of a keening mother, over a new born child.
You scream.
"I don't care."
I struggle to fight and try and walk away
but some morbid fascination pulls me back.
"I don't care."
You're the person on a bridge, prepared to take the leap,
your life is over, you're ready to sleep.
"I don't care."
Apathy is disgusting, a wretched feeling of indifference
I hate it... but
"I don't care."
Each person with so many problems, with such need for what is true,
they've lost their sense of hue.
"I don't..."
I falter as the Lord steps in, he enters my spirit and fights off my sin,
He takes the cross and walks up the hill, and dies so I can live again.
"NO!"
It's so wrong, so offensive he shouldn't die for me,
he should just let me be.
"I..."
So this what love looks like, what caring for those people is,
giving up your life to make people His.
"I... Care."
A light fills me up and I look around, my eyes now are opened to the fear and the sound
I run to the woman who's child has died, and persuade the poor soul who wants suicide.
"That's not the answer."
I plead and I comfort, I'm aware life's a cycle and that we are caught in it
I point to the cross where Jesus has hung,
"Where he gave up his life for the weak and the wrong!"
I still remember when I didn't care.
I remember when it was all about 'fair'.
"Now... now I care."
1 Tid-Bits:
This is extremely powerful. Amazing.
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