The Holiest Of Men Poem by Ray Hansell

I saw a stain glass window
The Lord had His head bowed down
I looked and wondered to myself
Why does He look at the ground?

Is He disappointed?
With all that he see's
Has He given up?
Because He's so displeased

All the hate and anger
In the world today
I'm sure there was a time
When hope was more in play

There's not a whole lot more
That He can really do
We'd better take a real hard look
Realize it's up to me and you

I saw a stain glass window
The Lord stood there His head bowed down
When I looked closer I could see
His tear drops falling to the ground

I know He cries not for Himself
So His tears belong to you and I
We must self-evaluate
Than ask, have we really tried?

Have we put too much of a burden
Of ourselves on the Holiest of Men
It seems to be the things we do
Time and time and time again


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