( CYCLE : STIGMA OUR SOULS )
You have on display been put
Told to talk to the crowds
Whole theatre to the brimis busy
Dressed fashionably, sat comfortably
They gossip about you and themselves
They are looking how make buy success
Behind the scene you standing
And pray : God be with us
Then, pushes into a stage
Yet mute are your lips
You looking in crowd a man
Kind, attentive and good
Who will you understand
The man you tell could
The truth already you know
The crowd wants only to know
Everything that is sensation
They lives orientation
To murders, erotism, crying
They want to leave fate of world
To live in moment the stafe
Among those who are not wrong
Finally, the man you see
Who is waiting for you speach
This man has of Jesus face
To the crowd He’s invisible
For Him is heard your voice
Everything You say to Him
But they don’t hear it
They see only move your lips
And think you are crazy
Silence of the grave falls
They go away, they scream
Spit, trow at you something
But you don’t feel it at all
You Jesus look all time
He at you beatiful smile
You’re like in heaven feell
You talk, He to you listens
He prompts you, He advises
Crowd has left already there
Broken the windows, chairs
There who you put here
Already forgotten, are die
You just don’t move your lips
When need, you lound speak
Some you understand, hear
So these loved, are friends
Now all you will together
Look next who support you will
You’re going create great dings
So that people move forward
And so descreases the crowds
When next speechless again someone
You will know he looking truth words
The new truth yet don’t we know
To tell the truth will help him God
If him respect, take care, support
(July 21, 2024 )
