The giant "IN's" of indifference and insensitive ...

 

Isaiah 41:17

New English Translation

17 The oppressed and the poor look for water, but there is none;

their tongues are parched from thirst.

I, the Lord, will respond to their prayers;

I, the God of Israel, will not abandon them.

 

Give me a smile anytime, I’m dreaming of tomorrow

Let me wade up to my chest in the money that you've added

I know that all is fine for I can see and feel your sorrow

And any other pests in trials that your environment has padded

 

In my self-made world I built a mansion for mine to please

It must be more than a palace for it is going to be our home

The walls lined with shelves for all trophies I robbed in peace

As I know that very, very well in my illusionary self-syndrome

 

Give me a stage so I will holler to others how to serve much better

This the world sends me into a rage for not feeding the many poor

Remember that the angels of God decent and rise on Jacob’s ladder

And notice everything, we should do, as we act that we have no clue

 

Jan Wienen