
Confused?? Why do we abuse? Are we really So confused As to what we are? Lies fly all around Covering even the ground Underneath my feet they crunch Leaving me full? Not so much From an ancient hillside The truths they flow Rivers gushing of purest gold Washing, seeking, Purging each struggling, Dying soul Only within Christ’s outstretched Hand Lies the glory, truth of His promised land Under His feet Confusion flees Before your face You will see All lies die They will end As He rushes in New life New world As only God can send






