Zombie

[Anglican]

There's an empty human being
Stripped of any kind of love
Self is somewhere long forgotten
Covered in a leaden glove
Rather like a walking zombie
Plugged into a fallen world
Gets its orders from the airwaves
Hate and loathing are unfurled.

God is someone who's uncaring
Seems a million miles away
Can't be reached by helpless whimpers
Surely, He has had His day
Marching into unknown future
Like a lemming on a cliff
There is nothing that can save it
There is no such word as if.

These are people we must shine on
Let them see there is a hope
Hell can only be an option
If we show them how to cope
With a God who truly loves them
Wants to fill them with His Son
We're His vessels, His disciples
For the harvest, we're the ones.