Happenstance
Life is a most mysterious form of dance;
our free will seems open to question;
on the corner of destiny and circumstance;
free will is the Master’s suggestion.
God created all life with free will;
in heaven we had our own choice;
we all would be in that garden, still;
had we obeyed God’s voice.
We’re sons and daughters of disobedience;
prodigals with a will of our own;
now, trapped in a realm of personal expedience;
awaiting death; to bring us home.
We’ve become characters in a book or play;
fashioning a life of mere circumstance;
meandering through a lifetime; day after day;
seeking passions of love and romance.
We’ve all become strategically located;
reborn in a place of God’s choice;
most of our wisdom and faith, vacated;
still refusing the Master’s voice.
We live; believing we’re in full control;
such is the strength of the illusion;
the Master poured out love for our soul;
God’s will is the perfect solution.
Only God has wisdom to create circumstance;
sending angels to see to every need;
perhaps we should refer to it as happenstance;
its our destiny; that love succeed.
Monty 11/10/24. # 2,437