Tell The World

We get side tracked with the things of his life instead of submitting to God.

Tell The World

Your words sit there upon your desk
Yet you love your books & magazines the best
You prefer the light of your t.v.
You love the world & your avoiding me !

There is signs across the blaze of the sky
A lone tear of the beggar of a passerby's
Shadows prone in mere desolation
We all need a break on some long vacation

God is calling each and every one of us
To live a life that's gathered onto service to the king
A blade of grass in the green lush pasture
The sadness dulls the light on God's full comprehension

They lurk as lazy diamonds in an orchard of gold infested meadows
Watch out for all those clowns !