Too much
So much noise surrounds us every day
We wade through it all with confusion threatening to rule
Busy at the tasks before us
No time for Truth any more
When did the burdens of this life become our God
When did escape become our idol
When did the numbness we seek become foremost
Before the One we profess to serve
Is it enough to go through the motions
To set our hands to our plows
Without heartfelt praise and adoration
Without His face before us
Bereft of Truth and Light we labor
All in vain we toil
Much to much the busyness of life
Without His love our throne.
So here we are working hard at the rules
Trying to obey and meet all the expectations
But what is it He desires of us?
To love God and love each other.
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