Question the Answer
Most people don’t ask the right question,
few people wanna hear the right answer
But everybody can feel when it’s getting cold,
feel the chill when the Pluto wind blow
Winter is coming ...
And when it gets here,
will you be one of those
mongrel dogs
who try to bury the bones of the truth
deep in the snow
Winter is surely coming ...
So many people are so far from the Son,
living in their dark Pluto world
As so many questions about faith swirl
Most people don’t see the path leading the right way,
few people fall to the ground
to see what the snow covered tracks say
Most hear the wind whisper: you don’t have to pray
Choose how you wanna live,
for this cold world is colored wretched gray
When you hear the mean Pluto wind blow —
question the answer
Then ask God which way to go
When you hear the murmur of the people,
question their complaints
Ask them did God ever not know
Most people don’t
even know how to frame the right question
Few people will
sacrifice everything to find the right answer
Winter is coming soon ...
How many days of total darkness
will eclipse the Pluto moons?
How many lying night visions will be seen
by the blind false prophets of your doom?
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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