From the Soul

Groaning

Written 11/16/15

I hear the rain falling softly,

Oh, how softly it fell.

Like the bitter tears of mourning,

for the hero that is felled.

I listen to the soothing tones,

As the rain hits the leaves;

But beneath that gentle tone,

I hear a world that grieves.

Endless fighting and countless wars,

When one stops another begins;

Me versus you, us versus them,

Tell me, where does it end?

The world has been broken,

That much we can tell;

How can we fix it?

Let me tell you, no one will.

The moral compass is gone,

Smash and shattered on the ground;

Good is Evil, Evil is Good,

How did we get so turned around?

When did being a boy become bad?

When did being a girl become about looks?

Boys are told something is wrong with them,

and our girls dress like hookers.

Why are we so offended,

By everything we see?

Maybe because that's what we're told,

or because of what we see on TV.

Why are there so many broken homes,

and kids without families?

Why so many wives with broken bones,

Beat by men who are pansies?

Why is God's church so stagnant,

it's people so lost and sad?

And pastors and preachers,

saying not all sin is bad?

Humanity is dying,

One sinful choice at a time;

And if God's people stay silent,

It really would be a crime.

See, everyone is so 'PC',

"That's not okay," they say.

You have to walk on eggshells,

Always wondering who you'll piss off today.

It's no way to live,

and it's certainly not free;

You're trapped in your fear,

Bound by uncertainty.

God made us for greater things,

Calls us to be more;

But how can we truly live,

If we aren't willing to walk out the door?

I hear the groaning of the world,

Within every drop of rain;

I know there is only one thing that can heal it,

and that's when Christ comes back again.