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crying
I am a voice crying in the wilderness
My throat is parched from screaming the need
Excuse me, sir, can you take a moment’s thought
To wonder why the Earth won’t move?
Flowers in the spring dare to bloom in front of us
Deserts of dreams simply blow away
A smile on the street seems to be suspicious
Churches that pray never seize the day
Come with me
(we’re too busy)
I have life
(so do we)
Where’s your joy?
(nothing’s funny)
Deal with me
(we have bigger barns to build)
I am the voice pleading in the land of less
We pan for gold in fields of debris
We seek for truth and draw swords of selfishness
We bless a lie and curse the truth
Come, won’t you join me in Jordan’s waters?
Cleansing the soul which has lost its feel
Tumbling the dice as you kneel before us
Casting your lot through the holy meal
Festering frightened
Ever enlightened
Joyfully jumbled
Wistfully humbled
I’m the voice
(crying)
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