Knowing the Mystery
You talk to me
About the bible all the time;
I see you as an armor of my soul;
I wish I am like you;
Having the talent and courage
To invite others,
To return to the light.
And, I pray:
“O, God give me a better understanding
Of knowing the mystery of your words,
That I may use it, for your glory. Amen!”
I know, God created us
With a mind to think;
So perhaps it is not by chance,
That you’ve easily mastered his words,
You are intelligent;
I think I’ll hang more often with you,
To get insight that I can use for building my life.
I think I’ll study the bible every day,
To have more chances of knowing him;
I think I’ll enroll for a theology class,
To fulfill my dream of becoming, exactly, like you.
Alas, God didn’t reveal his mystery to you,
‘Cos you’ve desired to out power Him;
Now, I don’t want to be like you;
I better want myself, me as me, simply me;
I believe you, no more!
You’ve a cruel heart, like a beast…
For how could you abuse a young soul, me?
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