Treasure Island

Andrew Jones


In many and various ways


In many and various ways
God spoke to our fathers by the prophets
but in these last days
He has spoken to us by His Son
therefore as one usually prays
he does not write beautiful sonnets
but rather his mind simply strays
until he falls asleep and the day is done

We are asked to always
no matter if blessed or throwing fits
For Christ death, for our sins pays
and we stand now with how much sin, none
in many and various ways
God spoke to our fathers by the prophets
but in these last days
He has spoken to us by His Son

Submitted: Monday, September 26, 2005
Edited: Monday, September 26, 2005

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