O, What Is Man
O, What is Man
but a speck on the ocean
evanescence on land
As many as the grains of sand on the seashore
are man's acts of cruelty, his blood-and-guts wars
What on Earth is man truly here for?
The answer to this question plagues
philosophers and kings... all those who would
solve the riddle of this 'God-thing'
While the Lord leans back and waits --
He's all the time in the World --
'Til Man understands
He's the work of God's Hands
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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