“To Those Who Will Not,” New Era, Jan. 1971, 50
The blind are those who refuse to see;
The dead are those who will not live;
The deaf are those who try not to hear;
The mute are those who have nothing to say.
I, a senseless man, am all:
Too blind to see a growing thing;
Too dead to feel the sun;
Too deaf to hear a morning bird;
Too mute to thank my God.
I, a senseless man, am all.
As I run, I crush the growing thing;
In my mind, I hide from the Son.
I lie and deny me the morning bird;
I speak with my heart in a cage.
I, a senseless man, do all.
Still there is a growing thing;
Still there is the sun;
Still sweetly sings the morning bird;
Still God is never gone.
I, no longer senseless, feel love.