“Lord, why do they teach one thing and do another?”
He said, “Their hearts belong to each other.”

“Lord, I tried to tell them right from wrong.”
He said, “They hear you only as a resounding gong.”

“Lord, the wind blows them back and forth.”
He said, “They are easily swayed first south, then north.”

“Lord, why did my mission fail?”
He said, “You wanted to walk, and they wanted to sail.”

“But, Lord, they were the ones who told me the way.”
He answered, “But they can’t hear what they say.”

“Lord, what do you want me to do?”
He said, “Leave them like the morning dew.”

“Lord, who then will watch over them ‘til you come?”
He said, “They will wander like ones blind, deaf, and dumb.”

“Lord, why must I pack up and leave?”
He said, “I’m the one to whom you must cleave.”

“Lord, I need my spirit fed.”
He rebuked me and said, “Let the dead bury the dead.”

“Lord, I am only of a few in this land.”
He said, “Trust me,” and took my hand.

“Lord, I’m no one special; I just believe.”
He said, “On the appointed day, you I will retrieve.” 

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