“Right Here, But You Don’t See It”
They looking for heaven in the clouds,
But it’s standing in the crowd.
They praying for a move of God,
While He’s walking in their town.
They scroll past prophets, swipe left on grace,
Too busy chasing clout to see His face.
They say, “If God is real, then let Him show!”
But He did… and they still said no.
The Kingdom ain’t castles, it’s hearts that change.
It’s peace in pain, love in the flames.
It’s that whisper sayin’ “forgive ‘em anyway,”
While the world’s screaming “get revenge today!”
They want the light, but not the lamp,
They want the crown, but skip the camp.
They want the blessings, not the test —
And wonder why they feel unrest.
God moves in moments, not just in church,
In strangers, truth, in daily work.
But we scroll right past, eyes on the screen,
Missing the holy in the in-between.
You can resist what you can’t control,
You can mock the message and harden your soul,
But every “nah” to heaven’s call
Is another brick in your own wall.
So listen —
The Kingdom’s not coming, it’s here.
Closer than your breath, louder than your fear.
Right in your midst, in the love you ignore,
In that open hand, that knock at your door.
One day you’ll sigh, “I wish I could see,”
But the King and His anointed
was standing in your reality.
No thunder, no crown, no summertime song —
Just mercy and truth here all along.
In Christ,
Tyrone
