Tuesday, June 28, 2005
His Heart is Broken
1/3/01
His heart is broken
He weeps over this sad nation
His tears fall as rain
His cry is the sound of an owl with no mate
His sighs are short gusts of wind
Nothing is deeper than his sorrow
He walks in dead churches
Searches for those who will love him
He wails in the homes of broken dignity
He sobs at the doors of houses of the ignorant
Mourns at the altars of his own abandoned house
His blood runs deep in the valley of pity
He mourns for this nation every passing day
There is not one minute that he does not wait for us
Today he's seeking out the humble
He's asking and looking for those who will follow
He knocks on the doors of all races and cultures
Will we be the generation to end this sorrow
Only we can decide
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1/3/01
His heart is broken
He weeps over this sad nation
His tears fall as rain
His cry is the sound of an owl with no mate
His sighs are short gusts of wind
Nothing is deeper than his sorrow
He walks in dead churches
Searches for those who will love him
He wails in the homes of broken dignity
He sobs at the doors of houses of the ignorant
Mourns at the altars of his own abandoned house
His blood runs deep in the valley of pity
He mourns for this nation every passing day
There is not one minute that he does not wait for us
Today he's seeking out the humble
He's asking and looking for those who will follow
He knocks on the doors of all races and cultures
Will we be the generation to end this sorrow
Only we can decide
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