"Your Loss"
The lost are stuck beyond repair
Still yet I go to you
To see if your morning glory's caught any rain
Solemnly you hold it to the sky
Like a moon cup gathering the tears of God
Your dreams were really scattered weren't they
Like a fine wheelbarrow turned over and dragged away
You struggle without knowing if it will get any better
"It's just misunderstood", I mutter and hand it back to you
I'm feeling low myself
If you want to scatter corn to the chickens here is some
I love you and I want you to come home
Days now are lonely without you
In Jesus' Name,
Amen