Many are looking but not seeing
Many are listening but not hearing
Many are talking but not saying anything
Many are walking but not going anywhere
Nothing makes sense anymore from where I'm standing.
From where I'm standing the blind are leading the blind
People are running around like headless chickens
There is no sense of direction
No, there none whatsoever
This is because many have rejected Christ the author and finisher of life
From where I'm standing many people must go back to the God who made heaven and earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem