Conflicts Poem by Will Fiala

Oh praise god and ‘til it’s done, with sight on paradise
We’re flirting with the devil ‘til the day we die in christ
We shoulda done, we woulda done, we coulda gone somewhere
But it only woulda lead us to despair

I was but a child of 5, my mother played me songs
Beauty from her sounding board fills me all life long
Full of love she always was and will she ever be
Understanding more than I could ever see

I was but a boy of 12, my pastor came to me
Teaching me of Jesus through his humility
I knew right then the lord in me would keep me keepin’ on
And teach me to come back and sing his song

I could worship all that mammon brings until that day I die
The enemy is lurking still, enforcing its lie
The tree of non-duality is where I’m headed to
Foll’wing Jesus’ teaching ‘til my life is through

Of humanity, the tragedy, it’s shaking off the shelf
The images that I have seen conflicting with myself
Darkening days can never faze, I ask the lord to bear
‘Cause he’s always with me, he is always there