There were tears in His eyes as He looked down on the city,
its bright lights shimmering in the wee hours of the morning.
Hot spots swarming with activity, the blind leading--no one,
following an unknown god.

No thought for tomorrow, no remorse for the past.
No conscience to speak of, no fear of consequence.
Groping int he darkness, blinded by the glitter.
Heaven's precious treasures, reduced to litter.

We who hold the Source of light must show them the Way,
without malice or prejudice, thorugh uncondidional love,
the mercy and love of our Father above.

Copyright 2002