Questions, I ponder
as I wander,
sitting here under
this shady tree.
Thoughts suddenly surface;
Of life and it's purpose.
Can one assert this?
Tell truthfully.
We're born, then die.
We laugh, we cry,
in between, try
making our best way,
working, taking rest,
trying to digest
The choatic restlessness,
society's made today.
Folks follow like cattle,
futile things that rattle
our senses, unsettled
who are we and reality.
The calamity of insanity's
after you, seeking me.
For peace of mind, to see
what the answer, be?
I submit to you.
This I know is true;
which is... God is alive
and He holds control.
To ask for His Grace,
shine and replace
troubles we face
which vex one's soul,
will avoid confusion:
as this conclusion;
sanity's solution
for the mixed world we're in:
You must know;
God's alive, in control.
Take the moment...
talk to Him again?
Thomas F. Crumpler �Copyright 2,000 Sept.
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