THE MANY, THE FEW

Everywhere I turn

     I see people crying, dying, in misery, in agony

Every morning when I wake

     I hear news of tragedy, calamity, fallen humanity

Every time I walk down the street

     I see poverty, disparity, imparity

Throughout the day

     It's dependence, interdependence, interdependency on technology

I feel people

     Bleeding desperation, despondency, discouragement

I turn to Jesus

     Why don't you help these traumatized, these idol worshiping...?

Jesus turns to me

     Very well, send them to me

I send them

     A few go, a few scoff, a few love anguish, a few are tech deaf, a few are material blind

Jesus takes the few who come

     The few will strengthen, the few will overcome this world

Like a sore thumb

     The few will stick out before this world

Like an eagle

     The few will soar above all humanity

Everywhere I turn

     There still comes crying, dying, miserable people

Every Morning when I wake

     I hear the tragic news

Every time I walk  down the street

     I see poverty, disparity, imparity

Throughout the day

     It's...you know what, you see what, you hear what

Exceptions are the few

     Those few choosing life over death, love over hate, hope over despair

Food - those redeemed few

     Marinated in grace, cooked in love, devoured by the Holy Spirit of God

Among the Angels, those few

     Heeding the invitation to trade mankind's defects for God's holy clothing

Eternal life those few

     Who cry yet for the many