- When I look upon the ocean, I see an ocean full of tears,
God has shed for and because of all of us and our many fears.
We fear to Love, to forgive, to show what's in our heart,
Although God is alive and living within our deepest, truest part.
We have so little patience with our sisters and our brothers,
We allow our petty differences to separate us from others.
We condemn, we judge, we proclaim we are right.
We wallow in the darkness while snuffing out the Light.
We want others to care about the woes of our own,
But yet, we can't be bothered with others' woes shown.
We tend to make excuses for the error of our ways,
Instead of offering atonement to make morrows better days.
We aren't willing to give an inch but yet we'll take a mile,
Paint our face with a frown because we're too afraid to smile.
We expect so much by birthright to us be freely given,
But yet, we aren't willing to apply effort in our daily livin'.
Effort to be more worthy by being the best of who we are,
More worthy of God's Love, for we are each His shining star.
Words like, "I'm sorry" or "I apologise", simple enough to say,
But aren't on the lips of many, have been left with yesterday.
We are too quick to criticise, to angry words, unsheathe,
While words of kindness, compliments, we are slow to bequeath.
When things go wrong, we blame God, with Him we place the fault,
But when things go right for us, we then ourselves exalt.
We abundantly feed and nourish our egos with a false sense of pride,
While we starve humility and with values, we're reluctant to abide.
God has placed His Faith in us, His children, in the likeness of Him.
How have we repaid His Trust? Our world is looking mighty grim.
As He cries an ocean full of tears borne of His Heart so broken,
God's Love is still present for in each heart He placed a token,
A token of His Love, a seed for each of us to cultivate, to till,
To nourish and to blossom, for God's Dream to fulfill,
A dream He has kept, all along He has bore,
One day Waves Of Love would wash upon His shore,
So the Ocean of His tears would then be tears of joyful elation,
As His children of the world would bask in Love's celebration. -
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