I’m riding a cloud of tranquility;
peace inhabits my mind;
I’m lacking the verbal agility;
my thoughts, carefully unwind.
The world surrounding is my creation;
there’s no one to blame, but me;
and so, it’s become my obligation;
that others, around me, might see.
When it’s your goal to find purpose;
you first, must close your eyes;
only thought can see neath the surface;
while vision is filled with lies.
This world is a puzzle, yet to be solved;
and solutions avoid our eyes;
so many issues must be resolved;
tho truth, we often despise.
No one is this world is a victim;
the innocent have all gone ahead;
the following is God’s dictim:
“victimhood must become dead.”
Those who steal, and slander their brothers,
are certainly no friends of the Master.
We’re commanded to love God and all others,
or face a kingdom of complete disaster.
We may feign innocence, and call on His name;
but the Master is no longer there;
he is awaiting the prodigals, to shoulder the blame,
and demonstrate His love that they share.
If you seek to find God, looking over your shoulder;
be advised: He is still on His throne;
repentant prodigals, all must become bolder;
and seek God; and Him, alone.