We tend to add all kind of things
To what's already there
No wonder we are all confused
When pressure comes to bear
Everyone has helpful tips
To get us through the mire
But what it all boils down to
Is the need to call Him sire.
Gravitating to the poor
And those without a crown
He wants to share His walk with us
The one on which we frown
Until our hearts are full of love
Compassion oozing out
We are missing simple truth
Of what it's all about.
