Want the Key

Man waits for his second coming, but is to blind to see He came million of times before, but we didn't use our key Each year, many millions of children, are born of his flesh but, it's greed for riches and wealth, mankind does enmesh Word's meanings, are tangled and stretched, to what end with all this organized confusion, will mankind ever mend His shape shifters still arrive here, as legends from the past Will they lead us to his heaven, or keep us wandering aghast Why? Our key is simple, all men must get on their knees, Bow to worship and pray for children, and seek to appease Their hearts and eyes, hold a true wealth, of riches untold It can be seen in their spirit, outshining all of mans gold Children are not just a resource, to be used and disposed Born to us, his key, if we love, cherish, teach. It's enclosed