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A Generation

A generation thats been inspired
Has left a lot to be desired
With sex and drugs on rampage wild
What have we taught to our child
What we thought was better for sure 
Has left our children unclean not pure
And we dont understand why
Why is skin all we see when we turn on the TV
And why is our happiness measured
By wealth by fame by all thats treasured 
Here on earth
Liberate us oh we cried now to us a dream has died
With our perception of what we were
Now in the minds our children stir
And wrestle with overwhelming thought
Of not questioning what is taught to them
Where does Christ fit in this equation
All we wanted was a sensation
So threw we Christ in the garbage can
Stood on our own denied his plan
Building houses in the sand
Trying hard to make our stand
We left a generation jaded why are you mad
Its what we created we did this to our foundation 
And subjected a generation to the need for self gratification
And we dont understand why why have our lusts 
Become more important than trust
And why by worldly things seduced
Leaving us only more confused
What ever happened to respect
And pain and anguish not to subject
Me Me Me is all I hear can you incline yourself
To a higher ear and listen
Listen to them cry out loud
Were a generation thats been bound
By your fleeting emotional ideals
Did you ever think of how wed feel
Trying to live in this mess you made for us
I see it all around me now 
The outcome of these ideals how we made a big mistake
So what can be the solution onward with the evolution
Of our minds what will we find
What will become of this nation
When the youth of this jaded generation
Grow up  why have we slid away
From morals we held from yesterday
When families had more to do 
Then running by or passing though
Can we ever reclaim the time
So far away from the mind 
And turn back our eyes on Christ Jesus
Im crying out for a world thats broken
Who profess love but by the same token
Blasphemy you and who you are
Their minds are there but hearts are far away
They do not understand
Why you came here as a man
And instead of acquiring knowledge theyre tiring
They do not persevere because they do not revere
Your name and who you are
Because they are far away
Jesus help us here I pray
To look back to our yesterday
And realize while we were professing
To be wise we became fools in disguise
Will we Lord make the choice to listen
To your still small voice and save this jaded generation

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