pray a song of sixpence

The drugs are still fresh underneath the wounds. common commentary says so many things. get out while you can. we each lead different lives and roads cross and intersect. they make us richer and some poorer for it. does that mean we need to give up, trade in, walk out? we're not a pack of cards on the poker master's table.

i wish it were simple. for you and for me. for the entire race of us. somewhere deep down I know that you know that we are not there yet. that we are misinterpreting the sign of the times. whatever the weather we don't just do what we see fit and righteous in our eyes. we don't eat the fruit because we can. we don't trade in God's name just because we earned the badge.

What will the hand do if the eye is hurting? is it too busy working away, that we all begin to go blind and so suffer the defiance of our times?

i believe we're made for more than this. Made to be a shelter from the storm, refuge from the wind. Made to live, breathe, give, share, connect, strengthen and undergird. who are we listening to today? To the voice of reason, or to the reason of your passion? One life, one shot, it's all we've got. Are we lost in the jungle of our pursuits?

Have mercy on me, on us, on our generation, Oh God. You are the first to lay down, live outside the system, inconvenienced for lives. Teach us to love. Teach us to cry. Teach us to invest in your Kingdom. Lest we squander our heritage. Lest we forget the grace of our fathers. Let we become mere humans, digging wells deep to satisfy our hunger. Lest we martyr the spies who come with good news.