To whom shall we turn?
Those that have added up years upon years
But yet, it doesn't add up
For when they speak, wisdom is vacant
Their minds are too simple, they've neglected understanding
They are as deep as water in the glass in my hand - shallow depth
They speak of things only kids should conceive
They've become babblers like toddlers.
So true are the words of the ancient book;
Wisdom is not exclusive to the aged
Even though I must honour the aged, I cannot listen for it’s tutelage.
Parents are failing us
They wanna be friends with us, they don't want to raise or lead us
They're afraid to bump heads with us, so they lie to us.
So where do we turn?
To the televangelists? No!!
Those adults are liars as well
They actually don't believe what they sell
They've been bought
So they can't sell us their thoughts
They can only sell to us those of their buyers.
So we're wanderers on this green earth, searching for answers.
Whilst some are truly saints
Others have left us with fresh wounds and scars from their backbiting
Even though they're called the light
All they do is darken our skies with their gloom and doom condemnation.
The priest who spits on the trust of kids
Violating their innocence pushing them to the Devil's arm
The father who goes ahead to father another daughter outside his home
So his kids are broken. In God, in marriage, they've lost hope.
To whom shall we turn, what shall we do?
Or maybe it is what we've been doing?
Woe unto us for putting our trust in the sons of men!
There's a leader who doesn't deceive, who can never fail
There's a father who will never disappoints
When we focus on Him with all our heart and search Him until we find Him
He in turn guides us to those that truly represent Him
And even if these ones fail, we don't lose focus, we keep running the race.
Written By Kay-Jay Amuwo