Stare at them standing there
Under the gathering clouds of a southern storm
Pause and meditate
On the complex simplicity they make of their lives
Watch the girl, watch the boy
Watch the lad and lass professing love behind them

Look. Rather, see
How minute they may seem.

The rains would drop down heavy
They would go scampering like roaches
To the abode they call theirs
Alone, together; pause and ponder.
Hostels cramping personal burdens tightly
Each to hold closely his load on his shoulders.
Stare at the image and tell me what you see
I see clouds, grass, yes.
But I see a people burdened within

If I had the chance, like I always say I don't
To the lady in red, whose mum lies sick in bed
I'd tell her about the healing Christ bought in her stead
For the young man groaning in debt
I'd shout, "Look to the Lord for provision instead"
For the eighteen year old grappling with drugs
Talk to the Father, he'd hold you up
To the woman struggling to survive with her wares
I'd hold her hand and pray for blessings from Him.

So, look once again; scroll up
Stare at them standing there
Under the gathering clouds of a southern storm
Pause and meditate
On the complex simplicity they make of their lives

Ask yourself of their problems
Ponder on their pain
Then wonder if the solution
Would flow to them with the rain
If you don't reach out, or if you don't believe in Jesus
The one antidote to the world's problems
To the complex simplicities we make of our lives

Watch the girl, watch the boy
Look. Rather, see
That these people deserve to be free
Because Jesus died for ever single one of them
And yes. They need to know exactly what that means
No matter how minute they may seem