“Trust God’s plan.”
The young preach to the younger,
sitting in a circle in a dingy hall.
We are each other’s flock.
What of free will?
Didn’t your Almighty give us that?
Pages of a Bible turn, frantically.
We’re all lost together.
You say it all happens for a reason
to cover your fear of just not being
good enough for your dreams.
We can all give in to false beliefs.
Trust, you say. Trust in Him.
I’ve no faith, however, in one
who destroys faith in myself.
We can all make excuses for our loss,
for what we lack.
Please tell me what you think
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That's really good. I love the fresh perspective, and it makes me think. I think I shall look at your other stuff as well.
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