When? Where? How? Poem by MBJ Pancras

I ask myself when my end on earth is,
My mind is so small that I know not,
I ask Nature, but Nature turns down,
I ask man's religions, but their doors are not open,
I ask man's theologies but they roll themselves for nothing,
I ask Science, but it js full of hypotheses.
In the end, I study God's Word,
And It teaches me it's in God's Mind.

I ask myself where my end is,
My mind is so small that I know not,
I ask Nature, but Nature looks down,
I ask man's religions, but their filthiness emits stench,
I ask man's philosophies, but they teach vanity,
I ask Science, but it reveals man's wildness.
In the end, I study God's Word,
And It teaches me it's in God's Plan.

I ask myself how my end is,
My mind is so small that I know not,
I ask Nature, but it faints down,
I ask man's religions, but there are illusions in them,
I ask man's rituals, but they exhibit ferocity,
I ask Science, but it leads all to fatality.
In the end, I study God's Word,
And It teaches me it's in God's Will.

So, I worry no more thinking of my 'when', 'where', and 'how'.
And I shall rely on God's Word and look above the Life after my end on earth.