Cleansed

Loving eyes angered and reflective of flames

His offer of grace, mercy and forgiveness often ignored

People throughout the land continue to play their insane games

Yes, the actual decline and separation of the lowly human has soared.

We go through our days

Choices and options before us often lose out

to what comes down to our desires or just easier ways

The abundance accumulated by the means of the world is lost by a self-inflicted drought

We are not without hope for he has a plan, it's never forced, but offered for redemption

Nothing brings more joy than that lost child finding the way back home

The joy of that sheer sweet moment of surrender and salvation

Never more to stray, never more lost to roam.

We walk by trial and tribulation

Consumed by the worldly generated fire

We are given absolution

That gift that can only be from a power higher

We are cleansed.