Holding hands with ice
My cold heart is numb
I would rather not help
so I will trust in any lie
Arguing about nothing,
pretending to know something.
A loud voice.
Void of love.
Love is loud
but loud is none.
Forget looking at scripture in it’s entirety,
I will underline the parts that sound good to me.
Eternal life for a simple prayer,
now pour on the blessings and remove my despair.
But this part here I will ignore,
take care of the widows, orphans and the poor.
And another person cries
as I turn my head,
And the least of these is Jesus,
now another one is dead.
This blood on my hands
is the blood of the king
The one I crucify daily
with my selfish disease.
