Common Senses

I can write word after word line after line But if you have not heard all is not fine I can recite Scripture and tell of Parables That's not a cure it's not found in syllables Recalling every sign each step of my way All the faults of mine that keep me away So useless would it be if you can't see So pointless a decree if you aren't free If I were to touch but you could not feel For naught is such, if to you it's not real But it is not I, in fact, it is not me at all For I can't deny that this is of His Call As it is His Word as it is His Glorious Day And He who has stirred in this such way But it is you who in turn must respond It's all you need do to start such a bond