Yes...I look around..and There is a lot I see
Many people living in a state of luxury
'Luxury? ' they say..'but alas..we are poor'
Complaining about this and that and..'now we need more'
Why is it that one with money is treated differently?
Why do others fumble around them?
Do you give them the best seats?
Why do poeple humble themselves before them?
Sometimes You make me wonder..I just sit here with You and think
How did You get this flower all purple..then this one all mauve and pink
How did You craft this one in shape..this one..to form the white
How did You think to make this one..only open for You at night
A passion in my heart
Souls ecstasy I had never felt
To draw breath..
lest my soul faint from the fire consuming my very essence
When I bring to You my troublesome plea..with Your listening so intent..
When I've thrown it round and round my head..and much Time has now been spent..
It is then I know You have set it up.. and have listened to my very heart..
From the Time I ask the reason why.. from start.. finish.. back to start.