I look around at the people around me
The nonbelievers, in my own family
I hurt inside for their ignorance
When I try to spread the word
They brush it off with a smug laugh
Like they have all they need
And it will always last
But when something bad happens
I see them looking for something better
And tell them the glorious story again
This time they listen
I smile and laugh with glee
Remembering the lesson I’d learned in the past:
We are sweetly broken
Under His watchful eye
So that we can go on
And finally see, know the truth
When we look to the sky

