Icthus in the midst
Lives long for something more
than just a wave on one small shore.
People strive to stay alive
and do so much more than criticize.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, still.
And people look for stupid thrills.
Thursday, Friday and we're still looking
for the next party to see what's cooking.
But Saturday and Sunday chills
Like he still lives inside a hill.
For it was man who put him there
screaming out "I just don't care!".
For what we need are grains of love
sent from someone high above.
What we look for all our lives
is a man called Jesus Christ.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart