The Question Poem by Caleb Jones

What am I doing with my life?
I’m currently asking myself this question
With the thoughts I’ve been having,
You’d swear it was The Great Depression,
I’m young, lost, dazed and confused,
So why don’t I sit down at this desk,
And be taught this great lesson,

I’ve wandered off this path,
Forgotten the math,
That You + God
Will save you from sinful wrath,
And if you’re thinking like me,
Remember salvation is not free,

I’ve lost sight of my vision,
Right now I got Grbac-like precision,
My days like your favorite song,
Set for endless repetition,

I’ve called myself a true Christian,
What a complete and utter lie,
For almost a year now,
I’ve strayed away,
Reverted back to old ways,
Forgotten everything,

No trace,
Of original dedication and destination,
Haven’t hardly touched my Bible,
I have one thing to say,
It is time for a turn around,
A revival,
Let embers turn to engulfing flames,
No reason to be ashamed.

God is number one.
Period.