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| Michelangelo's Creation of Adam |
We think we’re real
We think we’re complete
But that is a lie
Covered by our conceit
We act like we’re fine
Like everything’s okay
We act like we’re strong
With our problems at bay
We thank ourselves
For the things we've done
But forget to praise God
For the morning sun
We’re stuck in a rut
In our nine to five
We think we are righteous
But that is a lie
We walk over the stranger
Who’s fallen down
We show no emotion
Not even a frown
Is this our life?
Do we live for ourselves?
Is life this lonely?
Could this be hell?
Is this the plan
God has intended?
Our souls have been broken
Yet meant to be mended
We are his creation
We are all masterpieces
But we are incomplete
Until we find Jesus
Life becomes beautiful
Our gains become lost
His masterpieces signed
To cover our cost
Now we must look on
To the battle ahead
Many hearts are wounded
Many souls are dead
They’re all looking for life
But are poisoned by sin
They long to be saved
And let a new life begin
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