The Perfect Plan - Poem by Fred Lagg
Dear Lord I often wonder why;
You put the clouds up in the sky.
And what real purpose be -
The separation of land by seas.
Why are animals less than man?
What makes up Your Perfect Plan?
It is hard for us to believe;
Why any man can so deceive;
Himself, his friends, his life so dear,
Because Your Voice he cannot hear.
For looking around at the marvels on Earth,
Studying our life, our tears and mirth,
The wonders that surround us every day:
Should really make us believe and say:
That You exist somewhere above,
That we must extend to You our love,
That faith is the most important part of living.
We should practice prayer and giving;
Respect to You and our fellow man,
And thus complete our part
Of the Perfect Plan
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