A deaf child laughs just like any other kid
And a blind man cries the same tears we do.
We’re really not so different, you and I.
Us and them.
Past and present
Present and future
Future and past again.
All things under the sun
Under the earth
Under our sin.
We’ve buried our parents
But have we buried their sins?
Have their sins buried us?
Will ours fall to the third and fourth generation
Of broken hearts, of bleeding tears?
If God is dead, we’ve killed him.
If He isn’t there, we’ve thrown him away.
If He doesn’t exist, we’ve ceased to believe.
We, the worst of sinners.
Murderers of all murderers,
Consumers of all consumers,
The apathetic beat of the modern
heart.
Pity.
Even the demons believe
And shudder.
Oh yes, I believe.
I have faith.
And I may have faith to throw
All the mountains into all the seas,
But
I’ve got a mountain of sin that only God’s love can move.
