Mystery
Life's a mystery
Like tales of History.
Yarns of years ago.
Don't scream and shout,
Because you will not find out.
Only God, our saviour , knows.
How you come about,
Take away any doubt,
Until it's your time to go.
When the time comes
Will there be the slow beating of drums
As you feel somebody pulling you down low
You start to lose your breath,
Realising this is death.
While calling out to God,
Dear God,why is this so?
God replied, you said you did not need,
Any advice so did not heed
The plans I offered you.
You thought you knew it all,
And if you fall,
From grace
There would be consequences to face.
God speaks the truth if you listen to what he says.
you did not try to change your ways.
Life is no longer a mystery
You are History, Gone.
At the end of life,
God's will, will be done.
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