I wonder if I’ll ever see,
That great wheel beneath the sea,
That wooden relic of old time,
That is to great men, a simple sign.
I wonder if I’ll ever hear,
Snobbish voices, cruel cheer,
Insolence of the highest degree,
Mockery of that divine decree.
I wonder of the human heart,
If it’ll ever learn its part,
Its wickedness and pride,
And that God controls the tide.
I wonder if the great king wondered,
How his army was defeated,
Generations of kings still wonder,
Every time God ends human plunder.
Copyright © Christian Ratnam 2007
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