Where do we go; when no longer here;
to our children; how do we reply?
How can we address their growing fear;
“Daddy, where do we go; when we die?”
Promises are made to be broken;
as many have found to be true;
and tho, promises seem only token;
promises will have to do.
The pitfalls in life, indeed, seem endless;
and, life holds very few guarantees;
we seek out the Master to defend us;
driving many to their knees.
A rainbow displays God’s promise to me;
there’s no other, to whom I may turn;
only the Master can bend all of reality;
we’re sent here, that we might learn.
Others think such, is wishful thinking;
that God is some “pie in the sky”;
driving so many others to drinking;
still, none of them hear God’s reply.
Complexities, too numerous to mention;
shout claims of intelligent design;
tho many fools proclaim their dissension;
it’s only fool’s gold, they mine.
God is the obvious, only beginning ;
no matter how any other replies;
none but God will write our ending;
and only a fool thinks otherwise.