So many faces
Angry and torn,
Can’t they hear your cries?
Don’t they feel the warmth
As your blood falls to their feet?
Excuses pour from their lips,
Closing eyes
Pretending not to see,
Can’t they feel you mourn?
So full of pride
Never seeking your forgiveness,
Don’t they know your sacrifice?
Outstretched arms
You ask them in
Wickedly they turn,
Seeking another.
Walking shamelessly,
Falling further away.
I hear your cries,
See your blood,
I feel your heart ache,
Reaching out
I promise I’ll try,
Bringing the shattered to
Your everlasting salvation.
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