Hidden

In ignorance they speak of some unknown peace
The war they ignore rages within and without incomplete
Hidden deep in ostrich holes does not make it cease
Their minds see dark rooms where truth has no seat
 
Why can they not see with the eyes they have
Is their blindness from birth or something they have gathered in
Who has denied them this healing cleansing salve
What does any of this have to do with what is called sin
 
The wall which they face seems to have no face at all
There is a sun shining somewhere blocked by deep thought
Would a rope or a ladder help them to climb over this wall
Why can’t the blind see things as they ought
 
The truth is not made in their thoughts as they suppose
To be their own god puts the throne far too low
Yet they imagine they can design how a rose grows
It is not us as creators that all of life shows
 
So how can it be that the blind cannot see
Has the battle they’ve been dumped into cauterized them
Why should these eyes have been opened within me
How can I explain that hope comes when life is grim
 
The difference I choose is an affront to their mind
Where decisions are made and dominions are wrought
That which I see is wherein they are still blind
For we only let in what we choose to be taught
 
They shall not seek the God of my peace
While their struggle is for conquest in this war
Nor shall they ever know the sweet release
Of surrender giving them victory evermore
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