You Dont Know
A MERE-HUMAN IS BORN,
YET NO MERE-HUMAN KNOWS WHERE HIS BREATH COMES FROM,
NEWS PEOP[LE TRY TO PREDICT WEATHER BY THE CLOUDS,
BUT NO MAN CAN PREDICT WHEN GOD IS COMING BACK,
HE'S GOING TO COME LIKE A THEIF IN THE NIGHT,
NOW DAYS YOU CAN'T TELL THE WINTER FROM THE SUMMER,
OR,
SPRING FROM FALL,
THEY TRY TO BUILD ROBOTS IN THE IMAGE OF MAN,
BUT TWO THINGS THEY CANNOT DO,
IS GIVE LIFE OR BREATH.
WRITTEN BY CAPRICE LONG
Copyright © Caprice Long | Year Posted 2009
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