I thought in my heart...

Is this called discontent?
Like the meaning behind the father's proud and angry stroll
into the church with the mother straggling behind with the child, they both smiled.
When they reached for the door they were happy again.
Grim faces mope about (they ask), "How shall we live today?"
They walk back-first through the crowds in rooms,
looking only for a faster way to advance and pay,
throw the deadliest smiles, such things that will never suffice.
Their spirits cry, "All I want to hear is that I'm ok. But the light burns me."
To these people I owe my greatest apologies,
for I have been made aware of their needs
but I'm afraid that I might share His disgrace.
In these thoughts the truth is stripped away.
Peeled and peeled away.
But because of His great love, we are not consumed.
His compassions never fail.
His mercies are new every morning.
Great is Your faithfulness Lord unto me (Leviticus 3:22-23).