Cleansed
Loving eyes angered and reflective of flames
His offer of grace, mercy and forgiveness often ignored
People throughout the land continue to play their insane games
Yes, the actual decline and separation of the lowly human has soared.
We go through our days
Choices and options before us often lose out
to what comes down to our desires or just easier ways
The abundance accumulated by the means of the world is lost by a self-inflicted drought
We are not without hope for he has a plan, it's never forced, but offered for redemption
Nothing brings more joy than that lost child finding the way back home
The joy of that sheer sweet moment of surrender and salvation
Never more to stray, never more lost to roam.
We walk by trial and tribulation
Consumed by the worldly generated fire
We are given absolution
That gift that can only be from a power higher
We are cleansed.