A day like today is many things to many men,
Some cant wait for tomorrow, some dont want to see again,
For some good and some bad, some by paths they did not choose,
Some carved from themselves whether they win or they lose.
God above is our guide, but we realise not he is near,
Because we do not listen, his voice we cannot hear,
God talks in a whisper, lost in a crowd,
If we refuse to listen: why should he shout loud?
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