That some Christian’s are,
So much more happy than me?
Do their bodies never sicken,
Are their skies always blue,
Do their children always listen?
Do their families never fight,
Does everyone eat their veggies?
Somehow that image isn’t right.
Is their faith so much stronger
Have I compromised my soul?
You tarry how much longer?
Life’s not “safe” for anyone,
How do we keep on existing,
‘Til we’re silenced or done?
Don’t understand the smouldering hate,
Dripping from hands and hastening feet,
Don’t understand why I’ve waited too late.
Why pretend it’s of this world, and okay
When will we come to our senses?
And with You usher in a brighter day?
Meanwhile all I know for sure to do,
Is cling tightly to You the living God,
Because only You can be You.