They call me heartless
For the way I write.
Say I’m too blunt.
Causes such a fright.
But they don’t understand
Of what I speak.
That the words from my lips
Is the truth they won’t seek.
In happy lies they linger,
Saying to the honest,
“Quit pointing fingers!”
Judgmental they call us,
Quoting the Scripture.
But in all reality
They see none of the big picture.
For all they see is here and now.
That sin is pleasing
And on righteousness they scowl.
They love the darkness
And detest the light.
And for all of this
They lose their sight.
For God blinds the eyes
Of those who hate truth.
So that they may not see,
Turn, and live.
But instead they will die.
And this for the truth
That they despise.
 Eivarlost · Mon Aug 13, 2012 @ 06:26am · 0 Comments |
