Don't Miss The Point

A freedom you abused
The intelligence you misused
You ignored the message
Sunday’s sermon in the sewage

Back to your old ways
Habit that always pay
In and out of the joint
You always missed the point

Walking like a zombie
One can’t imagine you want to be
Hanging by the thread
Begging for a piece of bread

For a minute of felicity
In the heart of the city
Every night you were there
You’re the king, the master player

You never heard the call
Until in misery you fall
Doesn’t matter if you toss the coin
You already missed the point

Walking like a zombie
You never imagine you could be
Dreadfully, you wished you are dead
Rather than beg for a piece of bread

You pardon, you beg and you call
Summons to His home as the bells toll
It matters to Him if you will join
You’re one of His own is actually His point.

©(03-2007)