state and solution

A spoonfed generation gorges on glorified lies
Yet we starve and are never satisfied
Consequences are covered up by pretty paints and gloss
But a marred complexion underlies
The noises of the world silence the cries
Without mercy
Draw closer
Draw near
Do you see their desperation?
Offer them the unconventional
With all your words be intentional
Color their pailid faces with hope
Brighten their dull eyes with pictures of heaven
The bleachers are cold and hard
Lacking substance and warmth
Epitomizing the bodies that fill them
Their faces look old
Can you look past their listless gaze?
Offer season to their tasteless souls?
They've got the motions down pat
From a distance they look live
Don't buy it
Draw closer
Draw near
Do you see their desperation?
Offer them the unconventional
With all your words be intentional
Color their pailid faces with hope
Brighten their dull eyes with pictures of heaven

rain on I-40

Mesmerized by the rain
Collecting as it runs across the window
Competing with the landscape for the rearview mirror
The red earth drinks it up
Saturated and satisfied
Days of drought so nearly passed now seem obscure
The womb of barren land now brings forth new life
The full spectrum of color dances in the sun
Peaking through the clouds every now and then
It cleanses my face turned up to the heavens
Refreshing my dry weary soul
I raise my hands to glorify
The God to whom it testifies
And I sing hallelujah
He is so good
Hallelujuh
He's so good