Back, back, back
spiritual lack
mind on a stack
churches and all that
not interested--they slack.
Thinking about what was,
Bible collecting dust fuzz.
Thought about Jesus
while riding the bus.
No blessings coming here,
made God tear.
Wouldn't listen to what He had to say,
wouldn't bother to pray.
Thought I knew much,
used people as a crutch.
Then died and died some more,
looking for God to restore,
a broken heart,
a need for a new start.
Sometimes we rise too fast,
rely on human love--it doesn't last.
Then we get trapped in the past.
What was doesn't have to be,
let God open your eyes, so that you can see.
Nicholl McGuire
