When We Don't Talk

I know that you get busy with the things that have to be,
but oh, if you could put yourselves in my shoes so you'd see...
a world imploding inward and- that leaves me high and dry,
a world that's ever-changing and- still makes me hurt and cry.

Again, another tune is heard. Another text arrives.
You're tuning out the real world, ignoring real lives.
Oblivious to what's around, engrossed inside your games,
you wouldn't really know it if your house was up in flames.

Bad habits, you're addicted to- on games of every kind,
on tunes and 'apps' that master you- control and seize your mind.
You're focused on your chat or text- and yes, that's really why
you cannot hear the words I speak or look me in the eye.

There's many little gadgets in, your world of make-believe.
They hold your full attention in, that world so hard to leave.
But one day you will not escape. Temptation's underneath,
where it conceives great weeping and- the gnashing too, of teeth.

I do not need those gadgets there, but oh, I love to hear
your "please's" and your "thank you's" as- you pray from year to year.
My pain was most unbearable when I was crucified,
so don't forget to talk to Me and set your world aside.

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Yes, pain is quite unbearable, when children do not call.
They think our conversations are, most trivial and small.
This poem is about a world that will grow gravely grim -
and now we know, how Jesus feels- when we don't talk to Him...