Unfeeling Unseeing Wandering On the surface Of an earth's spinning ball Not knowing at all That they are a spirit Immortal Capable of heeding Their Holy Father's Loving call
Unknowing, They are like beasts of the field Moving with heads bowed down Seeing sensing only A dirty, sin-stained ground Unaware That they are not just Physical But Spiritual Meant to spend eternity On a different level
Of all things existing In this vast, stunning universe Only have we, us humans, Been given a rare gift Created in God's image If only from the world's dirt Our soul's eyes we would just lift Made by You, for You Through You Lord God Adoni The Almighty, El Shaddai!
So become knowing Looking up Toward heaven's Purest skies To hear your Heavenly Father's Imploring, sincere cries Before it's too late To turn away from Your dulled senses And of Him, His Son His Spirit Become totally, purely Gloriously Aware!
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