What would you do if you had less dollars,
faced with a test created by scholars,
or saw evil men make your neighbor holler?
Would you pretend to love?
Would you realize a vision that came from above?
What would you do when the war is at your front door?
Would you fight with all your might or get worried or
scared and act like God is not in sight?
What would you do if you were dying today,
would you bother to pray? Would you know what to say?
What would you do if you had everything?
Would you give praise to God and loudly sing?
What would you do, what would you do?
The hours are few, a day, a second
a government coup.
Shouts to remove the Christian,
"Get out, get out!"
There's no more clout.
God warned of days like this,
luxuries will go amiss.
People will cry out in pain,
feel like they are going insane.
Attempts to appease their dark master,
but all ends in a dreadful disaster.
Challenges come in a deceptive surprise
through a myriad of black and white lies,
and then a diamond one,
falls over and dies.
The people cry out, "What are we fighting for?"
They always want, "More...more and more!"
But past plans don't bring solutions,
and neither resolutions.
A nation at war, a Star Wars,
has left many people feeling sore.
So confused, they know not what to do.
In darkness, asleep, sooner or later
they weep, and cry to a God,
"Where's our shepherd? We're sheep."
Nicholl McGuire
faced with a test created by scholars,
or saw evil men make your neighbor holler?
Would you pretend to love?
Would you realize a vision that came from above?
What would you do when the war is at your front door?
Would you fight with all your might or get worried or
scared and act like God is not in sight?
What would you do if you were dying today,
would you bother to pray? Would you know what to say?
What would you do if you had everything?
Would you give praise to God and loudly sing?
What would you do, what would you do?
The hours are few, a day, a second
a government coup.
Shouts to remove the Christian,
"Get out, get out!"
There's no more clout.
God warned of days like this,
luxuries will go amiss.
People will cry out in pain,
feel like they are going insane.
Attempts to appease their dark master,
but all ends in a dreadful disaster.
Challenges come in a deceptive surprise
through a myriad of black and white lies,
and then a diamond one,
falls over and dies.
The people cry out, "What are we fighting for?"
They always want, "More...more and more!"
But past plans don't bring solutions,
and neither resolutions.
A nation at war, a Star Wars,
has left many people feeling sore.
So confused, they know not what to do.
In darkness, asleep, sooner or later
they weep, and cry to a God,
"Where's our shepherd? We're sheep."
Nicholl McGuire