I have grown numb
There is no feeling left in this soul of mine
Not even that tingly feeling you get when your feet fall asleep
The circulation to my soul has been cut off for so long now that I fear it is lost forever

Because I no longer weep when I hear the stories of genocide in Africa
Children being forced to carry guns and go off to war so that they can be numb too
And I forget to feel for them, because I brushed concern aside when their lives never touched mine

Because I am not welling up with tears when I am told about human trafficking in countries like India
Women who have lost all hope for love because they are forced to be lover to too many men a day
Never believing it’s a crime even thought they never see a dime
While I sat at home comfortably on my couch cracking jokes about all the reasons I don’t have a boyfriend

Because I am not overflowing with emotion at the true rumors of starvation every place I haven’t been
People dying daily from malnutrition while I’ll complain because I woke up too late for breakfast and I’m too lazy to go buy food from the market down the street
I’ve never done anything to change the world

I have grown numb
Because I sin joyous songs of my Savior’s death
But forget the picture of pain and gore that put Him there
Why am I no longer broken by the knowledge that He gave everything for me?

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