A step outside will tell you what the weather is
A sniff of the roses will tell you that spring is on the way
To hear the birds chirping come to a stop say a storm is on the way
My hands touching something tangible tell me that I’m awake
My senses are heightened when one of them isn’t working the best
I can see my world needs a Savior
I hear it every day on the news another person killed
It seems routine to hear the bad
I don’t want to look at this world with apathy
Saying that I’m not affected by the bad
It’s like my senses work when things are pleasant
As soon as things get tough it’s as if they disappear
My senses tell me if I am hurting
My senses tell me if there is something to avoid
My senses tell me if I am sick and tired
My senses tell me that this world needs a Savior