Awaken

You haven’t found among notable faces Or even quotable phrases Any bankable aces Even as your appetite chases Though the teaching remains taught The pursuits remain unsought For many hearts resist being wrought By the Blood of Christ, by which we are bought Through the years of evasiveness and quiet The loud silence births the disquiet And the feared epitome is yet If is not fed the moral diet The screams near their outburst But will be ushered by their first Breaking into a unison of thirst And the fear of the excruciating worst But the scripture places in our palms The quenching word and refreshing psalms That are the most soothing of balms Assuring the calmest of calms As the farmer takes stock of his herds Sowing seed and chasing birds So must the evangelist do with his words Treading the truth within its girds