In this insane world of my existence? Come lack or plenty You are with me. You have set me free to be.
In It All, What Is My Part To Act ….?
Why then not act my part? What is this concern for my lack or bounty? What is this concern for my doings or not doings? What is this concern for my part to act? …. And the Father grieves.
A human I am to such questioning give way, but! No need to ACT at all. No need for my part. Not to my own merit, I am what I am but!
I am what I am by Your grace and favor, O my Father, O Father of mine. Let me keep that in mind.
The Human’s Love? Maybe Today. Tomorrow? Gone With The Wind. No Longer A Find….
I love it’s the human’s claim. Do you? Where is your love O human when I offend thee? …. And the Father grieves.
Happy, gleeful faces chanting I love ye all! Gloomy, sad faces, weeping in lack of human love. The mom’s and the papa’s in this insane world?
Lamenting their children’s absence. Alone they suffer their children’s claim, ‘I love you mom, I love you pop.’ Do you? …. And the Father grieves.
Today? The human claims, I LOVE YE! Chocolates, flowers, gifts of glee. Tomorrow? The human exclaims, I DON’T LOVE YE ANYMORE! Whatever for? … And the Father grieves.
On comes the strife. The parading of human kind. The bereaved, battered woman. The mothers at work. The lock-in children fending for themselves. … And the Father grieves.
The corrupted minds of many humans leading all to their final doom. Libertinism at its peak. What’s the use of my disgust? What’s the use of my discuss? … And the Father grieves.