Questioning Is No Sin
Getting sick, dying and rotting we will
For I believe it all is in God’s will.
Suffering in any manner, we will suffer;
For this, God must and will also offer.
[Not that I mean prosperity and peace
Are of no importance and no substance
But that is a subject for another piece.
But because that when we grieve
That is when burning and brutal
Question Marks our heads derive]
It is health , and no crime though to muse
For God can not give and will not give
Intelligence he intended us not to use.
Copyright © Allan Kazembe | Year Posted 2014
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