Maybe things seem better over there because you can’t see
That they are hurting too, even though their grass seems so green.
Perhaps, it’s not your life, that is so hard and cold,
It could be the result of a stoned in heart that’s growing weary and old.
Maybe you can’t hear Him because You’ve covered your ears,
And I bet if you’d open up those hands, you’d wach in disbelieving tears,
As He filled up your hands and heart with a love that never grows old,
As He reminded you of His story, the greatest ever told,
As He helped you remember how much He loved His world,
How He came to finish what you couldn’t even start, the victory for Your soul.