Waiting for God
To lay waste to our Nineveh
Like Jonah before; we have decided
The course God needs to take
How do we not feel my Lord?
How has all grown cold?
Numb to the pain
Inflicted on those in the world
Crippled at the gate that is called beautiful
Waiting for a reason to believe again
But we pass them by
Seeking in the depths of our own hearts
For the silver and gold
Which we should have not
How do we not feel my Lord?