Pessimism

I could talk to you about Bible prophets,
But your heart would hear nothing of it.
Just as I tell you these truths,
All you see is the unkempt and uncouth.

I could show you the world and all the good it holds,
But all you'd ever see is the dirt in its folds.
I'd point out the beauty of every star in space,
But all you'd see is the blackness holding them in place.

If we ever chanced upon a sunlit meadow,
All you would be able to see were the shadows.
If we ever had the honor to see our God,
You'd be the one to step-up and label him fraud.