The Force

Sometimes the force is so strong, you can cut it with a knife. It has permeated our world so very long. Through the good times it has, and those of death and strife. We cannot live without it anymore then a tree can live long without the sun. The force born with us, inside evermore, reminder of who and what purpose, the Son. Sometimes the force is so strong, I forget the hand that guides and hand that follows are the same one all along. It is all really left up to me who decides. We all must decide if we will accept the responsibility or resist. Unfortunately most lose the concept. I often think Earth will end if persist. Sometimes the force is so strong, I feel it cutting me deep, tasking me to fulfill, turn away from all wrong. It forever questions me, even in my sleep.