PREVIEW

Looking back
Sequence of events
Touching the tangible
The things we miss

By not giving thanks
Dwelling on the doubts
Acting on the momentary
Situation and circumstance

Twiddling our thumbs
Waiting for one
Moment to find us
And still we are blind

To all that is hope
But still we wait
Wondering what for
Looking at the temporary

Trying to find an escape
Running on empty
Figuring it out
Proclaiming plenty

History repeats itself
Yet we are too busy to see
Our own nakedness
Pride and arrogance

He sees us in our own blood
Unable to move or speak
His blood speaks a better word
Live life more abundantly

I am the way
The truth and the life
Healing to all your flesh
Salt and light...