I had lunch in a food court and watched as teens in leggings with bright hair, teens in pyjama bottoms and slippers shuffling in the dollar store.
Muslim teens shrouded in black like ravens never more! Teens who run, those that curse, those that boast. Those whose shouts ring coast to coast.
Most in groups, some alone but all of them were with their phone.
It is a race to be seen, a fight to be heard a clamour and crash that seems clearly absurd.
The noise and the shouts affected my meal, but I know how important it is for them to feel. To try new emotions, to dress with a flair searching for someone who seems to care.
Oh shout as you may! Oh dress now in rags, your adventure will fail unless you know who in fact does care, and loves you without end.
He who has armies and battalions to spare, in shining armour with flowing hair. He who knows when a sparrow does fall and tenderly brings it back to His hall. He who asks for naught but your love and waits and strains to hear when you call, to accept now your love and your service too, it is only He who truly cares for you.
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