Why can’t we understand that the nature of things
is to be love and to make our lives become our dreams
And where has our bravery gone
when someone, through tears, says our God is wrong
What gives that we don’t know how to act
when the old man on the corner requests money for crack
And how come we cannot figure out what to say
when our friend confides in us that he is gay
Here we are in the midst of a life given in love
thrust into the strife of living for the above
and we don’t know what the angst we feel is meant to do
while we run and play, going about our day, caught up in the untrue
Oh sure, we put our hands together and bow our heads
at the footsteps of our beds
but are we praying with and to the lord
or are we thinking of what we need and how we’re bored
“I think you should come with me, sir.
I’ve got a warm bath for you and a cup of tea, sir”
Could have been a good response to that homeless gentleman
who wanted drug money for his reckless addiction.
“I love you no matter what bro.
You know that, no matter what you are or where you go”
Could have been a good response to that homosexual friend
who shattered his fear to tell you his world and to let you in.
But instead we pretend the homeless don’t exist
We avert our eyes, which is worse than fists.
And as for our brave friend we say,
“you know, it really is too bad you’re gay”
And we just don’t stop to think and pray and be
the love of God to those in need.
We just blather on in pride
while letting our egos be our guide
not forgetting about that angst
that comes from living outside of our heavenly ranks.
Not next time, but this,
when you have the chance to look away or raise your fists
Be a man of God and love,
become the rank you are, in the above.
