In This World, Not Of It. - Poem by David Lessard
Yes, we live in this world,
but we don't have to love it
it's just a temporary dwelling,
like the body we inhabit for a while,
there are too many things to improve upon,
things that bring us down and cramp our style.
There's a new world beyond this, waiting,
to welcome us with love and pure joy,
where war is non-existent and so is hate,
it will make us into someone new,
starting with a fresh, new slate.
There's a Spirit world that soon we'll know,
where the lion and the lamb will settle down,
where the wolf and bear are more like friend,
we will spread happiness instead of sorrow,
and for us, that world will never end.
It's in the Good Book, just look and see,
read the about the miracles that will occur,
man cannot lead us down the final road,
he's messed us up right from the very start,
let the Almighty One show you the way,
to Him, give up your tiresome, weary load.
We live in this world, but we're not of it,
we're strangers and pilgrims on a quest,
sojourners living in a fleeting body,
trying hard to do our very best.
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