A Lack of Care (Free verse) by William J. Mitchell
I enter the room and I feel
Pain grabs hold of my
Heart and soul grow
Numb to the abuse that happens to our own.
Spit us out, because we can't
Love is all we really need to
Give every Sunday and we can
Ignore those who sit beside us.
Let's Go! Let's Go!
Bolivia, Kenya, and Mexico
Travel the world and heal its pain
At least you will not have to worry about a real responsibility to the
She sits alone and claps her hands
A Rich Mullins song brings her comfort
Inside she's hurting but you need to respect the pastor
Sit and listen, sit and listen.
Behind the closed doors of God's house we lock in the hurt
And embrace a joy that does not exist.
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