What's Wrong with the World

What's wrong with the world?
Is it social conditions?
Is it bad nutrition?
Is it spankings?

Maybe we work too hard
Maybe we don't work enough

It could be all this technology
It could be we don't have enough technology

The problem is promiscuity
The problem is puritanism

The problem is what's old
The problem is what's new

It's because we're so ignorant
It's an information overload

What is it?
What's wrng with the world?

It's the poor
It's the rich
It's the middle men

It's all those freaks
It's all those conformists

The problem is isolation
The problem is extroversion

We're under the shadow of colonialism
We're trapped in the flames of unguided revolution

What is it?
What's wrong with the world?

I am

I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm out of excuses
I'm just sinful

I know my obligations
I know who my work affects
Yet I am careless in my efforts

I know the holiness of love
I know the harm my own hate does me
Yet I cannot begin to count all the nights
I went to bed with murder in my heart

I have the wisdom of God at my fingertips
I am not ignorant of the righteous ways
And still I sin more with each passing hour

How can I point to the warlord
Or the addict in the gutter
Or the wealthy miser
As some wretched other?
I have less power for evil
But the miniatures of there sins
Undo me every day

If I fall to the little, everyday vices
How would I fare against true temptation?

I am what's wrong with the world
I call down the curse each day
My most righteous words condemn me

So what hope do I have
Bu the Blood of True Love?
And how can I have any right to such pride
As too deny the Heaven I did not earn on my own?

I am what's wrong with the world
And what's best in the world
Is the Blood by which I'm forgiven

A Cry of Lament

There is a dreadful night in Israel
From the children of Jacob
Comes a mournful cry
For the Roman fist is heavy
And the wretchedness of sin
Is overwhelming

Who will save us
When will You remember us?
When will you dethrone the cruel and unjust?

The land we were promised
Is littered with broken bones
The bones of our children, our lovers, our neighbors
The bones of our ancestors are scattered to the east
Who will gather them up and bring them home?

Who will stop the swords of the wicked?
Who will rescue the weak and weary
We are under the rule of godless men?
They gutted a pig in the Temple once
Won't You bring humble them?
Won't You humble them before they do it again?


Who will save us
When will You remember us?
When will You right the wrongs?

But when have we obeyed?
When have we kept our vows?
Will You look kindly on us, O Lord?
Will You soften my hardened heart?

Can You redeem the wicked kings?
Can You redeem the legacy of Solomon and Ahab?
Will the diseased and withered line of David yet bear fruit?

We have been crying out for over a thousand year.
When will Your deliverance come?
There have been many false Messiahs
When will the true one be sent?

So Israel cries out
And as in the days of Moses
The Maker of Heaven is moved
As on the mountain with Abraham
A sacrifice is provided
As in the suffering of Job
God shall speak with men

Starting with Mary