Blinded

The city seems so alive today
But death lingers in the street
The sun brings life and warmth
But evil dwells between the sheets

So dark the lives within our midst
Yet our busyness hides it all
We cannot hear desperation's call
Because it is silenced with evil's kiss

The sun brings warmth
Yet the remnant hides
In the safety of knowledge
and the thinkers cocoon

We believe our thoughts will light the way
But turn our backs on sins decay
How can I be a child of God
When my life condemns the very thought

To think and not act is my sin
To hide the calling from within
I cannot speak if I do not love
But I cannot love by holding my tongue

Sorrow is abundant before my eyes
I hear the pain as the city cries
No resolution in the streets will be found
If the remnant is hiding beneath the ground

So take to the street in love and in deed
And do not give up til sinners are freed
To think and not act is the remnant's crime
To speak and not love is mine

Let's feed the hungry, care for the sick
Shelter the homeless that lives in the ditch

To reach the world this city must see
The life that abounds in you and in me.

----Mike Waddell----October 29, 2006----