It Is Written
We are all characters in the book of life;
our destiny forged by our energy;
sentenced to suffer conflicts and strife;
thru faith, sharing God’s synergy.
I’m just the wallpaper on the wall;
the fly, examining the meal;
I cannot declare what is right for all;
I can only assert what I feel.
Created in God’s image, we are omniscient;
tho some knowledge remains concealed;
in the realm of wisdom, all are deficient;
only by the Master, will all be revealed.
Life is the movie, the Master’s projecting;
the play; lacking an audience;
reality is the illusion, His light is reflecting;
all comes about by circumstance.
The Lord of Life has written the script;
creating the plot for all time;
we occaisionally ad lib to what he’d writ;
but, Destiny is eternity, devine.
Destiny has written life’s ultimate book;
remaining at God’s right hand still;
the river of life; to him, a mere brook;
for Destiny is the Father’s will.
Time determines when the curtain rises;
the script, tells Time when to fall;
we can ignore all of man’s surmises;
“It is written” by the Author of All.
Monty 11/14/22. # 1,338