WHAT WILL THEY DO?
What do I see,
when I look down?
So much confusion,
not a happy sound!
Why not ask Me?
I would draw them,
and fix the broken.
I would love them.
Why do they run away,
always looking to another?
Never faith in Me,
more faith in a brother.
My arms are open,
calling out to come.
Time is drawing near.
But their hearts are numb.
What will they do,
when they look up and see,
My face shining like the Sun?
They will run away from Me!
Jesus
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