The Fear

Blood stains these wounds
That drown in this rain
Such God given life
Can be taken away
And here on this tombstone
The words are engraved
"Well done my son, come home"
But the child is not named
Who he is remains a mystery
When he's sent homeward bound
Is in man's coming history
Where children's offspring be found
By the fear of being wrong
And the wrong of being feared
We scared and faithful soldiers
Are branded as weird
Weird as in different
Weird as in out cast
Weird as in 'God's sent'?
Hypocrites to the last
A group of self serving
Of Thomas like doubting
And faking belief
In this 'Good News' we're shouting
This life that you lead
Whether sinner or saint
Is not yours to lead
He's the brush, you're the paint
Blood stains these wounds
That were born by ambition
I tried to take charge
Contradict the great mission
That drowns in this rain
Now smothered by me
But when I seek submission
The mission reigns fee
Such God given life
Is what i inherit
And this one ticket lottery
Is a gift not a merit
It can be taken away
So hypocrites cease
Live the Samaritan way

For the last won't be least