Lyrics for Burden of the Blessed

Here's a song I wrote called Burden of the Blessed which goes along with the previous post:

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Burden of the Blessed

We put on our Sunday smiles as another church bell tolls,

but while we bathe in serenity, outside the chaos grows.

Showered with an abundance of gifts from God above,

we've used for selfish gain the very things he meant for love.

Don't ask where God is when you hear the people cry.

If Jesus lives inside of us, with whom the blame lie?

Don't ask "where was God?" Instead ask "where was I?"

We toss our spare change to the homeless man, but deep inside he knows

that when we think he wants to buy some beer, what he really needs are clothes.

We're drowning in the excess, we're gluttons full of pride,

maybe we wouldn't get so fat if we saw their starving eyes.

Don't ask where God is when you hear the people cry.

If Jesus lives inside of us, with whom the blame lie?

Don't ask "where was God?" Instead ask "where was I?"

God, you gave us a purpose, we are your hands and feet.

You've blessed us with abundance so our gifts can meet the need.

Now we face the crossroads, the moment of truth:

will we use our gifts to serve ourselves, or humanity and you?