The way of the world is to turn from God
To go our own way, to make our own gods
For right, for wrong, we often dont know
We live in denial of the seeds we sow.
Weve all gone that way at least once or more
Many times throughout the day thats whats been in store.
We suffer the reaper the sins we sow
We whine and complain, unfair it seems so.
Why we do ask? Why must we suffer so?
Why did it happen? How can God not know?
He doesnt owe us anything; nothing we can expect
All have gone their own way, our future seems set.
And yet He came, He gave His only Son
To atone for our sins, each and every one
He showed us His love hanging on that tree
His love exhibited for you and for me.
To heal the wounds, to heal our pain
To make the blind see, to make us exclaim
Of Gods great love bestowed upon us
Grace upon grace, trust upon trust.
We are not alone, we can be one
One with the Spirit, Father, and Son
What will we choose, the left or the right?
When will we stop this eternal fight?