A person lies dead not knowing the Lord
They've never been told or even explored
Our shame and our sin should not be ignored
As we muse about things that don't matter
Oppression runs rampant throughout our day
Pleasure first in a media array
We stray, we slay, we betray, we don't pray
As we muse about things that don't matter
Our churches get smaller, yet we increase
Countries keep fighting while searching for peace
Children don't listen, and many obese
As we muse about things that don't matter
It doesn't sit well in the pit of your soul
You know something's missing, what is the toll
No toll, faith applied, so what is your role
As we muse about things that don't matter
About the Creator
Michael W. Hurst
X-military, technician, electrical engineer, technical writer, technical instructor, and mostly human. Love adventure, the future, the past, the present, cookies, instantaneous cravings, all sports, my family, especially my amazing wife.
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