The ocean is a bowl full of the tears of God
It’s proof of why it’s so salty
He cries at all our sins and pains
He cries because we’re faulty
A perfectionist is our sweet God
He loves us all so deeply
Yet we look upon the Lord our God and worship him so cheaply
In our own time, maybe a minute or so
Or only turn to him when we’re in woe
Never praising the better things, but always cursing at him when it stings
Never understanding he is there for us
Whether good or bad he forgives and trusts
Never believing he is on our side
It’s hard to see blessings when you’re blurry eyed and in pride
Just take a moment and think and see
Is he at fault or is it we?
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