You look at me and mock, as though you know a secret.

I am the body of Christ.

You frolic and dance in your festival of sin.

You are the world.

We are all made of flesh, yet a difference remains.

Your mocking is futile and you waste your limited time.

Your eyes are set on what can be seen.

And there is no understanding in your mind.

Yet you mock with limitless hatred for the Holiness of God.

I look at you and wonder how it is you are so blind.

Everything pure and Holy is hidden from your mind.

I look for pity from the depths of my soul.

And I am surprised to find calm and patience where the bag of pity was always kept.

I am not my own.

I have been bought with a price.

And you are not your own.

You are sold as a slave to sin.

I would tell you to look at your plight.

But you cannot see.

O’ Lord of Mercy, we ask your help.

That we might show them their need.

By His Grace.