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Who Is Your Master

Who is your master? Who is your master? It's who you obey! No one owns me, you say, I'm nobody's slave! That may be what you think, what you say, But who is your master, at the end of the day? When the alarm wakes you, Who's in control? Time is your master, it's on patrol. Try to deny it, see how that goes, When your always late, and everyone knows. When you eat, why do you do it? Hunger is your master, you must obey it! Try to deny it, stop eating, you will see, Who is your master and if you are truly free. When sleep is calling, do you have a choice? To listen and obey it's call, to it's voice? You can ignore it's call, because you want to, After days without it, you'll know, who controls who. What about gravity? it's law, it's your master too, Like it or not, you must obey it's law too. You don't like the restrictions of this law! So don't obey it, enjoy the fall! So who made time, and the Physicals laws? Could there be a designer, could there be a God? Time is the relation, between heavenly bodies, in outer space. Who put them there, in their precise order, in their special place? Our human bodies, were made from the dust, From the earth we were taken, in that you can trust. To stay alive and be healthy, have the strength to toil, We need all the nutrients, that are found in the soil. The maker of time, and the Physical laws, is your maker too. If you recognize them as your master, do you recognize him too? John Derek Hamilton January 31,2013

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Date: 10/15/2015 9:45:00 PM
John--I tried to read its too long I read a few lines and it can come together nicely
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Date: 11/3/2015 4:04:00 PM
maybe you're right I will shorten it thanks. Bob Dylan said it best" it may be the devil or it may be the Lord, but you're going to have to serve somebody".

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