The Holiest Of Men

I saw a stain glass window The Lord had His head bowed down I looked and wondered to myself Why does He look at the ground? Is He disappointed? With all that he see's Has He given up? Because He's so displeased All the hate and anger In the world today I'm sure there was a time When hope was more in play There's not a whole lot more That He can really do We'd better take a real hard look Realize it's up to me and you I saw a stain glass window The Lord stood there His head bowed down When I looked closer I could see His tear drops falling to the ground I know He cries not for Himself So His tears belong to you and I We must self-evaluate Than ask, have we really tried? Have we put too much of a burden Of ourselves on the Holiest of Men It seems to be the things we do Time and time and time again 1-19-19/RjH