Follow Me
Pastors sermons are hollow,
yet we see the herd follow
blindly, hoping for reprieve,
from pain causing heart to grieve.
Strange it is, we search for God
but do not give love a nod,
smiling with lips but not eyes;
no wonder our soul’s light dies.
Oil on burning waters poured,
conscience within is ignored
and then we wish to atone,
coming not into our own.
Follow love and follow light,
then our life will be alright,
if we gentle thought and speech,
knowing that God dwells in each.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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