Brushing up against souls, touching pain.
Lives running on empty, filling up with sugary fluff.
Craving this and that, seeking but never enough.
Inflammation proven to result.
The depths of our depravity hard to measure.
If only we could see,
To have eyes and ears to perceive
The truth is in the cross,
The bloodshed and the loss,
To us is a gain,
Life giving, soul filling, healing for our pain.