Missing It
While the world unravels
and people turn a blind eye;
Clearly the reasons for despondency
cant be denied.
Thievery and greed, broken hearts
and unrighteous wars;
Has left the world oozing
in unhealable sores.
We think we are leaving our mark
when really its just a stain;
Its no wonder God looks down
on his own creation with disdain.
They say its appointed man once to live
and only once to die;
Then we will clearly see what we look like
mirrored in God's eyes.
Perhaps then we will truly see ourselves
as a creation in disgrace;
And realize when we had the chance
we should have accepted his grace.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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