Our life passes by in such a blur of faded gray, Colors' momentary vibrance just up and fade away. Memories once so peaceful, or happy joyous too, Sink in our mind's recesses, to be forgot by me and you. What is this fuzz in memory that blurs our human minds? Deterring passing memories with the lull of passing time? It is pervasive in its illness and affects us one and all It is the gray of sinfulness that has caused our world to fall. But a remedy exists, my friends, amidst this squalid gray, It is a very simple cure that will keep this curse at bay. No money is required, nor any actions will there be, For this cure cannot be bought, you first must plainly see. Instead grow quite in your heart and tune out excess noise, And listen for a still, small voice that heals, not destroys. For despite the still it thunders and it vibrates in your soul, It is the Voice of Jesus Christ which is most wondrous to behold. |