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The Question Questions I ponder. I let my mind wander sitting here under this shaded tree. A thought's surfaced. What is life's purpose? Do you know this? Tell it truthfully. We're born then 'die. We laugh and we cry. In between we try living our best way. We work and 'take rest It's hard to digest Choatic messiness we've made today. Folks forced as cattle to ideas that rattle our very sense at all we are and reality. Calamity of insanity's after you, seeking me. To find peace of mind what can the answer be? I submit to you. I know it is true. Our God is alive and He is in control. Ask for His grace to shine and replace troubles that may be vexing someone's soul. To avoid confusion Here's my conclusion 'want to remain sane with The mixed world we're in? Then you have to know God's alive, in control. Take just a moment talk to Him again? |
Additional Notes:
I've taken this and broke the stanzas up so you can see it flows fine.
The term like cattle is not symbolic. It means all of us are told to
do things we don't approve, yet we comply for the sake of our supposedly
orderly system. Is this not like being treated as a herd who act on
command but not by our own will? And is this not absurd? I apologize
for the length but, it's the proper format.
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