The Rambling of a Pen
Why dose the thought of god
Bring us tranquility
Why does the loss of control
Bring us harmony
Is it the Hands of God we fear?
Hands that smite and take
Is it the Hands God we love?
Hands that create
Is there a throne in the afterlife?
Or is it a thought of men
Is there a throne in paradise?
Or is to question it a sin
Shall we rest upon the clouds
To sleep in heavens peace
Shall it be a peaceful slumber
I hope it will never cease
Shall I dream of this a little longer
Until I see the face of God
Shall it be as the preachers say
My heart seems so flawed
Why don’t I dream of God
No care for his face
Why am I forlorn to doom
In this fated place
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