You see the sun shining in the sky,
And you give me a word of thanks,
When it crosses your mind,
Yet somehow it seems,
I am forgotten when it comes to the little things.
The air I gave you to breathe,
The water I gave you to drink.
You get caught up in the things themselves,
And forget to remember me.
So I sent my prophets of old,
Bringing forth my cry,
That you may come home.
Oh my people, how long, how long?
Yet still you drove them away,
Leaving me out in the cold.
So at long last,
the time had finally come.
In one final act of desperation,
I sent to you my very own son,
Hoping you would heed his words,
And your hearts would be won.
Instead he was beaten and flogged,
Unrecognizable, he was nailed to a cross.
Hung between two thieves,
It was there that the whole world saw,
my final hearts plea, my final call.
