Hello, how are you?
Is the old, worn out question.
Just fine. The reply
Without any expression.
Behind every face
And every blank stare
Is a child of God,
A spirit that cares.
A soul that is crying
Out from inside
A nobler spirit
Trying to find
Their sense of direction
That may be suppressed
The compass, the pathway
On which to progress.
The world that is pulling
From every which way
Confusing the spirit
And leading astray.
Some choose to listen and, yes,
They do fall.
Others will fight and
Continue to call
On their Father in Heaven,
He's always there,
He quietly listens
To each earnest prayer.
And when we are ready
To humbly follow
He sends His reply
Unlike others, not hollow.
He enlightens our mind
With the spirit's sweet tone.
It's His work and His glory
To bring His children back home.
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