In The Hurricane's Eye

In The Hurricane’s Eye

Outside, the weather is peaceful and still;
inside me; turmoil rages;
man keeps ignoring the Father’s will;
where is the wisdom of the ages?

Many still think life’s a walk in the park;
but the park, itself, cannot save;
while we listen to the song of the lark;
the devil will dance on our grave.

Many say, there’s no fool, like an old fool;
but they haven’t yet met the young;
gold isn’t the theme of the golden rule;
it’s all about what we’re to become.

Innocence; long ago; breathed its last breath;
the most guilty are now in command;
the evil one relishes the taste of each death;
as his wicked servants ravish the land.

Most cannot countenance that evil draws near;
but this life is no walk in the park;
once the true Master has gone; there’s just fear;
as the Light of this world; has gone dark.

We’re in the midst of destiny’s great hurricane;
on God’s truth, we no longer rely;
we’re always searching to assess the blame;
while basking in the hurricane’s eye.

Either life or death; which is your choice;
the background, is the siren’s song;
calling his children; it’s the Master’s voice;
blame yourself; as you just go along.

Monty 10/16/23. # 1,822