Along The Edges

The eyes upon us from the edges

Of a prodigal wasteland

Needing to see Jesus

Needing to hear Christ

Needing to feel the love of a savior

In a world that saves nothing

And believes in less

 

May the scales fall from our eyes

And the sweetness of God escape our lips again

May our pitilessness soften

And the people come to us again

From the edges

From our Nineveh

May they come before that single thread snaps

And consigns them to what you have already saved us from

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