Faith
Faith
Reality will mirror the truth unseen.
Can we be washed in blood and still be clean?
How does the grass and all of the trees grow?
Does our life have true meaning, how does one know?
Think of the stars that fill our up our night sky.
How did they all get there and why?
Why must the young always grow old?
Can we follow our heart with all that we’re told?
Can we ask the right question, even though we are blind?
Could these answers be hidden for us one day to find?
Why do we work, love, laugh and cry?
What makes us seek knowledge, when one day we’ll die?
Who gave us life, dance, rhyme and song?
Is there a God? Who’s right and who’s wrong?
What’s your belief, how did it all begin?
Did God send his son to die for man’s sin?
We will never make sense of no beginning or end.
The answer is clear, its faith, my dear friend!
10-19-2021
Mark Koplin
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2021
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