Can the cardinal be a jay? Would he want to anyway?
Then why does man in the image of God, treat his heritage so odd?
He is not pleased to wed one wife, nor lead a thankful, fruitful life.
Instead his goals so hedonistic, takes something so divine, simplistic,
And turns his love for one another to covetous-hatred for his brother.
The cities that could shine with pride have caught mans’ cancer and hence died,
Replaced by tribes who steal and kill, yet never-ever get their fill
Of satisfaction. Tell me what is your reaction?
Observe the birds who never strive, but always seem to stay alive.
Their feathered beauty taken for granted is some of the best upon this planet.
And see the flower in the grass, it never worries about race or caste,
Though often overlooked by man, is as fragrant and colorful as it can
Ever want or hope to be. No it is not like you and me.
The solution that restores the nations, is worship Creator not creation.
Though He’s made this wonderful place, we have forgotten to seek His face,
And while we pray and make demands – to get the blessings from His Hands,
We seldom recognize our place, like birds and flowers who know His grace.