Why so downcast my soul?

People listen but they do not hear.

Even wisdom cries in the streets.

The prophets of old, shout God’s word.

We are compelled by His love.

The masses are blind or worse deaf?

Where is your God?

The creation and changed hearts point the way.

Still they are lost, they are cold in the ditch.

There is hope! there is hope!

How do I know?

I once was lost but now found.

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