Every morning you wake up
As you step outside your house,
You trust in the human race.
As you get on the train
You believe to get to your destination safe,
Without a question.
As you eat a meal
Your hands did not prepare,
You trust in the human race.
Why does that blind faith
Stop at Jesus.
Why not found out what’s on the other side of all this crap?
Why not choose to be marked by Jesus and finding out what it feels like to have someone else fight for you.
Why not transform how you think? Why not have enough blind faith to find out what true peace feels like, why not be more than a conqueror.
City of lights 