Words come slow
to an idle man
with nothing to hold
in his remote control hand.
He wouldn't dare go
too far from his house,
too far from the show,
too far from his mouse.
Fearing to miss
what's constantly hurled
through space to this man
who'll never know the world,
never know people,
never have not,
never need Christ,
and never know God.
Monday, November 21, 2005
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1 comment:
Beautifully Written :)
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