Acquit

They walk around in haze.
They think they have it made.
It’s all but wasted days,
Trespasses yet unpaid.

They say that they believe.
They say their soul’s alright.
Yet, you they won’t receive
Their pride has blocked your light.

Lord show your verity.
Please let your light abound.
Be their priority.
So with grace they can be crowned

-Doug Eaton-