So often in time we rush through
life
Blind not able to see each other as
we really are far from faith
We turn hate on and off like
emotional electricity
The man on the corner begging for a
dime
Do you take the time to dig it out
your pocket
Or turn your back cause you lack
vision
To see beneath what the man could
really be
An angel hoping you choose wise
And to your demise you choose wrong
And then long for God’s good grace
When in chaotic haste you need him
to lend his ear
Though dear to his heart his
children play their part
In leaving this world to succumb to
sin
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