by Ariel Douglas (17 June 2016)
Empty dorms and empty hearts
Raging storms, we're torn apart
Lonely thoughts and lonely souls
Chaos wrought as we claw our way to our goals
Searching eyes and searching shadows
Telling lies and fighting battles
Shouldn't there be more to it than this?
We claim desire and pretend loyalty
We swallow fire and act like royalty
All the games we play and the lies we sing
The horrid things we say and every sinful thing
The overwhelming lust and gripping evil fear
While we claim to trust and believe that He is near
How can that truly be following?
So quick to judge others and also in our self defense
Kicking hurting, broken brothers for the slightest offense
Petty arguments and quarrels; gossip, rumors, and slander
Acting so superiorly moral, with an utter lack of realistic candor
We're so very selfish, so torn up and broken
With every disgusting blemish hidden by fancy words spoken
Is this what we're called to?
But if we walk like He did and fight like He fought
What is broken would be mended for the freedom that He bought
There would be unity and hope, a path for the lost
A means to cope, knowing He's already paid the cost
We would be free to live and die, to carry out His call
In Him our faith would truly lie, we would on our knees stand tall
For isn't this what we're meant to do?