Downtown where buildings soar above
The least of things corporate thinks of
Where souls in need are viewed by none
Except by One known as God's son
The wind that blows litter the lost
Where giants squash at any cost
The cries and needs of all Gods people
Where many sleep below church steeples
They seek refuge not found today
Souls the world just sweeps away
Ignored, unloved but not by Him
Who sees how bad man really sins
Eyes that crave small victory
Will seek answers that you and me
Could provide if time were given
To share Gods word with all forgiven
In concrete jungles that many live in
No different are those the burbs
Will keep alive and undisturbed
Failing to see that they too are
In need of Him, The Morning Star
The world though viewed by rich and poor
Amounts to nothing as life is scored
By greed that supersedes our ignorance
Topped with a dash of arrogance
More is less to win the day
When time will come and Man will stay
In Burbs where many fail to pray
In Concrete Jungles both gone astray
These two worlds will need each other
To bring my sisters and loved brothers
Closer to Him where Burbs and Jungles
Will be no more on rock we stumble
and His name is JESUS
GOD of the Burbs and Concrete Jungles
