You have to admit we're in a bit of a crisis
The Great Marble Mystery of 2025
Are you aware, how many out here have lost theirs
I've never seen anything like it in my entire life

Why, there's people roaming round in their P.J.'s
I'm not talking just down at Wal-Mart
With no idea what to say or even how to behave
There's too many Jesters these days holding court

With the world being big on self-awareness
Especially in the department of I me me mine
You really have to wonder what's coming next
And if those marbles we'll ever be able to find

How could something like this even happen
And who let them all out of the bag
Before we know that'll be all she wrote
With no one left to clean up this mess

We can pretend none of this is happening
As we go about our merry ways
Sanity my friend, where have you been
Seems we haven't seen you in a number of days

We're all knee deep in this mystery
A loss affecting everyone's lives
Starting at the top infecting the entire lot
The Great Marble Mystery of 2025

I often think of my father
And how he mentored me
Desiring that I grow up
Quite respectfully

To the point when I became I man
I'd have the strongest of desires
To help those lesser than I am
On the rungs of life's ladder

Instilling in me we're all equal indeed
No matter color, race, or creed
All a group of people
With different degrees to our needs

Impressing on me before I start my day
To give it over to the Lord
Asking Him in His wisdom to guide my way
Before my feet even touch the floor

For he knew what was important
When it comes to living life
Never think of yourself above anyone else
And put your faith in Jesus Christ

These are just a few of the things
My father taught me
In hopes that I would grow up
Quite respectfully

God doesn't say give up your sin
And maybe then we'll talk
What he says is take hold my hand
And let's go for a walk

I'll be with you through the trying times
As you put your faith in me
I'll help you live the best of life
Where you'll come to see, it's me you need

You'll recognize the worlds agenda
As being no place for a righteous man
Where Satan and his minions
Are creating chaos in this bedlam

To try and turn you away from God
Where we were all born to belong
Using the sin in all of us
To the point where it all goes wrong

God's mercy and grace gives us the choice
Whether or not we will be free
I my friend can only hope
The choice you choose is to believe

By taking hold the hand of God
And going for a walk
Where you'll come to understand the love
He has for all of us

I think we need a lesson
In the art of compassion
Seems to me to be the thing
Most of us are missing

Bless our hearts and darkened souls
When did we all become so cold
Who made us judge over all
Giving us the say, to say what we want

Who out of us doesn't struggle with
Controlling the will of self
When it comes to compassion
In our hardened hearts and mouths

We all need to pay attention
When it comes to compassion
We've lost the understanding
And the ability to listen

Do you not know deep down inside
Love is the answer to the question
Can't we all at least try
To have a little compassion

how many rely on the soundbite
to get their daily news
where they try and disguise all of the lies
to pass them off as living proof

a snippet here, snippet there
leaves us unaware
exactly what is going on
in this crazy world out here

so busy staying dizzy in our own lives
to even know what's going on
to where we find we never take the time
to check if it's right all on our own

we let the soundbite do its maneuvering
to what they think we indeed have a need to know
to stir up some trouble inside of our bubbles
in these lives where we think we have somewhere to be,
or at least somewhere to go

You know what I find a mystery
How we all see things differently
Right in front of both our eyes
I see truth while you see lies

Could it be our upbringing
That helps us see the way we see
Gives us different points of view
Where I see lies and you see truth

Were we not caught in mid-blink
When we all saw the same thing
This might be the great divide
I see wrong while you see right

It's as good as guessing gets
Exactly how our brains process
Does anyone know what's going on
Where I see right and you see wrong

Willing to die upon this hill
Whoever has the strongest will
Under the sun there's nothing new
I see lies while you see truth

All depends on where you lean
With our thoughts on reckoning
Whatever will we ever do
Where you see lies and I see truth

What came out of Charlie’s death
Is the truth in all of us
Contemplate how we relate
As we celebrate, love or hate

It’s hard to hide a hardened heart
Shows exactly who you are
At what point did you turn in life
Where you find death justified

There’s a fine line that’s been drawn
Between good and evil, right and wrong
Making it easy for us to see
Between those who do and don’t believe

With all our colors coming out
We crayon in what we’re about
How many stay within the lines
With decency part of their guide

What came out of Charlie’s death
Is the truth in all of us
Check yourself, be on your guard
When battling a hardened heart

Who replaced
The Golden Rule
Do Unto Others
As You’d Have Them Do Unto You

With this ever present
Babbling nonsense
Do Unto Them
The First Chance You Get

Where is the fiber
Of morality
That was once held so tight
Now it’s unraveling

Your guess is
As good as mine
Where are the morals
We had at one time

Before we were faced with
This babbling nonsense
Do Unto Them
The First Chance You Get

Back when we stood
On The Golden Rule
Do Unto Others
As You’d Have Them Do Unto You

We’ve got fascists on the left
Nazis on the right
Supremacists in the middle
All dressed up in white

As commies come in colors
That are hard at times to see
They’re still a colorful array
Of daily catastrophe

Socialists here to tell us
As a matter of fact you can
Take candy from a baby
And place it in someone else’s hand

With elitists at the top
To tell us how to breathe
And the poor without a paddle
At the bottom of the stream

All I really want
Is to be left alone
In my lower middle class
Without your fine tooth comb

Hate who and what you like
Just please leave me be
And I’ll leave you to enjoy
Your latest bout of insanity

You only go around in life
Once they say, not twice
You need to do your best
To make the best of it

Every mountain that we find
Is there for us to climb
If you want to truly live
Never even think to quit

How often have you heard them say
Today is now the time and place
So, make sure that you live it
Every minute to the fullest

Don't let a single day go past
Where you end up with regret
If there's even a millisecond left
Run and jump at the chance

Only you can take this day
And make it the day you made a change
No longer giving space free rent
With I only wish I had

You only go around in life
Once they say, not twice
That's why we need to do our best
And make the best of it

When we put trust in giving up on us
We thought that we’d be free
But all I do is think of you
Do you do the same for me

With all the mistakes we tend to make
In this relationship
The worst one we have ever done
Is when we up and called it quits

Words were tossed without much thought
Like we were throwing stones
In this glass house we soon found out
There are a few things that you don’t

Say out loud when in a crowd
If you can’t take it back
That’s one thing that I found out
The very moment that you left

When deciding that we should call it quits
In an effort to be free
At that point in time, I never realized
I would find you’re all I need, when it comes to being free

With the news these days a-churning
As the world outside is burning
Happy to have something to write about

From riots screaming in the streets
To the migrating Killer Bees
Chaos on every corner without a doubt

Backyard volcanos burping
As tornados take turns churning
It might be time to head for higher ground

We'll be in a world of hurt
If they keep digging up this dirt
There'll be no sand left in the playground

With countries holding endless wars
No idea of what they're fighting for
Always ready, set to go another round

They feed us pills to cure our ills
Keep us broke with piles of bills
Does anyone else hear that ******* sound

Whoever made it cool to break the rules
Left the door wide open for all these fools
So, insanity could freely muck about

To keep the news a-churning
While the world outside is burning
I'm always happy to have something to write about

No if, and, buts, or maybe's this is going on daily
A people being blown by the wind
In all different directions with little to no course correction
Uptown then back down again

Most go with the flow but little do they know
What we all eventually find
Is that we move in and out or somewhere there about
Living and dying with no reason nor rhyme

We have our ways of excusing all the don'ts we are doing
And still find time for the placing of blame
On everyone else excluding ourselves
Cause what they do and we do just don’t seem the same

Too often we hide all that’s bottled inside
Hope against hope no one finds
The way we finagle under the table
Living and dying with no reason nor rhyme

We all seem to take whatever is thrown our way
Not a one of us a very good catch
You can tell by the piles found all over the ground
At the feet of you and me, we’re a mess

Whether coming or going there’s no way of knowing
Who’ll be next to next step out of line
It’s still no surprise we’ll all one day wave bye, bye
Living and dying with no reason nor rhyme

1, 2, 3, jump to conclusions
Before a thing is said
Wrong or right, we pick a side
There's not a lie we haven't met

From that point we justify
All we think we see
Blind leading blind most of the time
We tend to find we're not that deep

1,2,3, jump to conclusions
Is what we mostly do
With the meter that we're using
You blame me while I blame you

Everything these days it seems
We take it to extremes
From a slight rage to full blown hate
Our Modus Operandi if you ask me

1,2,3, jump to conclusions
Before we even know the facts
The conclusion I've come up with is
I find it all rather sad

Call the Undertaker
Bring the backhoe along
We're not doing ourselves any favors
With the direction we are going

If there's anyone who needs counseling
Group discounts help you save
I'm sure I'm not the only one
That sees we're digging our own grave

Do we even know what we're doing
With pickax in grimy hands
Who was it that started this movement
As it quickly rolls across the land

With time drawing near
And the hour getting late
It's just as we all feared
We are digging our own grave

Until we learn to get along
In this land of kings and queens
The world around us does not revolve
Or owe us anything

We might think we run the show
But we barely have a say
By now somehow, we all should know
We are digging our own grave

Why do those who say they love the most
Care the least for these and those
Have a completely opposite opinion
From all of them and their next of Kin

When they say it’s all about love
They spit and kick, scream and cuss
Call you the worst names they can
Then turn and say, love your fellow man

Why do those who scream so loud
Not see their world is upside down
Spreading love as they say
But what they really spread is hate

They refuse to see the other side
At this time just might be right
To know the truth is all but gain
Why then are they so afraid

Why do those who think they know
Have no idea they really don’t
Hanging with the maddening crowd
Won’t make it right because it’s loud

When you’ve been told time and again
By those in whom you put trust in
It’s really hard to accept the fact
That all you know is opposite

If life was perfect
In every way
We'd be bored right out of our gourds
With nothing to complain

No watches to tick away
That you're running late
Or friends who have the need to ask
If everything's okay

No difference to the day
With every day the same
If every day the new day makes
Is perfect in every way

Soon enough though we would find
That not one soul would die
Leaving no alibi
For escaping of this life

With no more sickness
No scraping of the knee
As God is my witness
I think back to boring

Although we could eat all that we want
And not gain unwanted pounds
Running Broccoli and Brussel sprouts
Straight out of every town

There would be no more greed
Or advice given free
No more sympathy
Would find itself in need

What would we find to do
In a world perfectly tuned
If we had nothing to gain
And even less to lose

it’s been 24 years
since we’ve been here
september 11th
all holding hands and
thick with a purpose
thank God, he loves us
yet, now we’re divided
hard to deny it
unbridled hate that we have
both right and left
accusing each other
sisters and brothers
each of us presuming
what others are doing
with righteous fingers
we point thoughts that linger
on the wrong side
pushed there by pride
it’d be so much better
if we’d stayed together
all with one purpose
it’d be so worth it
living in peace
and harmony
remember when
we all held hands
back 24 years
through our sorrows and tears

Little is known
Of a man called Roam
Or what he thought
In his thoughts alone
Where he’d go
Or if he’d flown
Here on his own
This man called Roam

He’d venture about
From town to town
North then south
Round and around
Up and down
In and out
Trotting the globe
This man called Roam

Wherever he stopped
He left a prop
A bookmark of sorts
Of his thoughts
A proof that he lived
For stories they’d weave
This man called Roam
Who roamed indeed

By Mfena Ortswen & Mike Hauser

Is this what it boils down to
Where what we do is stand and shoot
To try and win an argument
A sense of ruthlessness beyond hell bent

When you take another life
The  tragedy flows far and wide
Affecting those you’ll never know
God have mercy on our souls

Help us to get past this wickedness
That never seems to make much sense
It’s so hard to understand
The willingness of sinful man

To ride upon the devil‘s knee
Thinking that will set you free
Today we watched a young man die
A senseless crime, no reason why

All because he disagreed
With those who hope to silence liberty
And the freedom that it brings…

I think still of Emmett Till
Such a needless tragedy
The simple fact that he was Black
To this day still bothers me

How hate played a part in the heart
Of the men who murdered him
And the woman who he spoke to
That  didn’t care for the color of his skin

With no idea about the Deep South
On that hot Mississippi day
Or the fact those would be the last
Words this young man would ever say

They took him and beat him beyond recognition
Ignorance at its height
No excuse could be given when they shot
and then lynched him
More than just Emmett that day died

Tossed out like trash what little was left
Into the deep end of the river
All out of control with the lie that was told
Of him disrespecting someone’s sister

When they were through doing what evil men do
They gave his body back to his mother
Fourteen years were all the years he spent here
Never given the chance to have another

He made his way to an open casket that day
Being his final cry for help
We can only hope that his toll burns into our souls
And we learn from the death of Emmett Till

Nature at one time beckoned me
In the blowing of its leaves
Yet treated with little respect
Out of neglect will leave you be

Roots that burrow into the earth
Trunks wide like the universe
Branches scale in height and breadth
It spawns an unending curse

A curse that leaves man to his own
Never again to call nature home
Given the chance and man blew it
Would things be different had he known

Now nature’s unmoved by man’s suffering
Man’s woes are his own doing
When on the edge of extinction all’s teetering
Stoic and indifferent, nature will see to man’s ending

By Mfena Ortswen & Mike Hauser

This is the best life has to offer
How many times do you need a sign
Begging you to take advantage
On this, the best time of your life

No matter what it is you're going through
Deep down inside you know I'm right
The attitude is up to you
On this, the best time of your life

You are not the only one
Who must decide to rise and shine
It won't just happen on its own
On this, the best time of your life

Only you can rise above
Reaching for the unknown heights
Never settle on just enough
On this, the best time of your life

Again, this is the best life has to offer
Time after time you've seen the signs
Begging you to take advantage
On this, the best time of your life

What is the truth to you
Is it something that you hold
Somewhere someone’s led you
Maybe you’ve been told

Is it hidden in a feeling
A place seldom turned
Does it hold a different meaning
When immersed in love

What is the truth to you
And would you recognize
If it were told to you
Don’t believe your lying eyes

pretty as a penny, she never thought any
one could love her for her worth
she listened to the lies told by her own eyes
making her wonder what it's all for

with nobody to love me she finds herself hungry
if only she could have the slightest of taste
thinks that's all she needs to get rid of these
feelings of lost and lonely days

she's done it all except for loving herself
seems to be the last thing she has tried
knowing she may not like the one that she finds
the girl behind the pretty smile

if lying was a crime she'd be guilty every time
when asked by friends how she has been
with perfect alibi she says that she's fine
then goes back to keeping her dark feelings in

where she steps up to bat with the voices in her head
that tell her she'll forevermore be alone
beautiful no doubt both inside and out
though sadly she may never know, giving up hope long ago

The only news these days I need
Is sung by birds in high top trees
In the middle of the forest deep
That's the only news I need

Tells me all I care to know
Natures plans in rays of hope
All the news that's fit to run
Singing of, seasons to come

The outside world can have its faults
No need for me to know them all
Only the good news that nature brings
That's the only news I need

Can't help but wonder if I'm right
In all I see have I lost sight
Home of the brave, land of the free
Where is my humanity

Have I carelessly thrown in my lot
With those that hold onto wrong thoughts
In letting them convince me
It's for the betterment of humanity

Letting forces, force me into
Things I wish I never knew
At times ashamed of what I see
On the scale of my humanity

Afraid of what I'm turning to
The further away I move from truth
The facts run cold, the lies run deep
Slicing at humanity

Shaky ground on sinking sand
The hardened heart of wicked man
The seeds I sow I'll come to reap
In the letting go of humanity

It's not enough
Just to love
Family and friends
We must go beyond
Loving those we don't know
One's, we don't get along
That is when love
Comes on strong

It's not enough
Just to love
When people are looking
To put on a front
Because after all
Looking good's what we want
Sometimes love
Is so misunderstood

It's not enough
Just to love
With our own idea
Of how it is done
Throwing conditions
We should overlook
It's not enough
When it comes to love

Allow me to introduce to you
Someone who wants to see you ruined
Whether or not the lot is truth
He's clearly here gunning for you

It really does make you up and wonder
How this clown ever got your number
He'll lift the rug and sweep you under
Quick to pick and point out your blunders

Never once does he give a break
Gets up early, stays up late
Always ready to display your mistakes
Ladies and gentlemen, Professor Shame

We've all heard loose lips sink ships
Overtime has sunk his share of them
Putting you at your wits end
In shaming you, he'll never quit

Makes you think you're all alone
The only one with this problem
To cook your goose as good as gone
Leaving you with little hope

Never once does he give a break
Gets up early, stays up late
Always ready to display your mistakes
The one and only, Professor Shame

They say we’ll get back to normal
Any minute now
I wonder if, wonder why
But most of all, wonder how

There has to be a starting point
Where normal made its bed
When did it get so out of joint
To coin the phrase, up and left

Who’s to say what normal is
In the scheme of things
Where were you when the veil ripped
On our so called reality

Before we go talking normal
A subject few can do
Don’t look to me for normalcy
And I certainly won’t look to you

Let's make a promise
Do us both a solid
When we fall asleep tonight
Invade each other's dreams

I will walk gently through yours
While you take a stroll through mine
Waking up in the morning to find
Left behind memories

Leaving soft touches of love
On the edge of conciseness
That way throughout the day
We will taste each other's dreams

When I walked and you strolled through mine
That promised night I hope we find
That over time it will come to light
We are each other's memories

We're living in divided days
Where the divide cuts like a knife
There are those, who have us at our throats
You stay on your side I'll stay on mine

We're living in divided days
Where no one gives you a chance
Scream that you lie if not on their side
Try as you might you'll never convince

We're living in divided days
Where we only hang with our kind
We live in a bubble of toil and trouble
Blame the other side for self-inflicted hard times

We're living in divided days
Where not a one of us owns a mirror
That reflects the truth, it's both me and you
If we pulled our heads from our rears, perhaps we'd see clearer

We're living in divided days
Wild animals that could turn on a dime
Not only do we bark but bite even worse
All this a part of the great divided

There is no doubt I've been around
For years now though I've lost count
From here to there then back to here
I have all these missing years

Was I abducted by aliens
Beamed me up to scrub my brains
Looking for important stuff
Finding out there isn't much

Or perhaps in a comma
Where the early eighties is a goner
I spend my days in the way of wrestling
With where it went, I'm only guessing

I've racked my brains thinking back
Here one minute, gone the next
One thing I find that's much too clear
I have all these missing years

I really do hate to admit it
But my excess has seen no limits
You never get those brain cells back
And here is where I tend to lack

I find it hard to be conclusive
With all the excuses that I uses
From the Weather to Brain ******* Zombies
I use whatever excuses suit me

No way could it be old age
Where most my memories get misplaced
I know that they're somewhere round here
The reason for all of these missing years

Unsatisfied...

With the way things are going
The way the world's holding
The devil by his tail

We follow along
With all he is doing
While we keep losing
The hand we are dealt

Unsatisfied...

With the comings and goings
Without even knowing
Who runs the show

Without a thought
Or in which direction
We don't call into question
The devil's strong hold

Unsatisfied...

With the world as a whole
Bitter and cold
With only sorrow to lend

Out for itself
Not considering others
Pull back the covers
It's all in Satan's plan

My friends all call
Me the latch key kid
Not my fault
Nothing I did

My parents say
They're always busy
That's okay, one day
They'll come to visit me

I often see
Them on the big screen
Mommy and Daddy
Hollywood's King and Queen

My parents write
Say that they love me
Still at night I often cry
Myself to sleep

They're taking life
And living the dream
While here I am
With my Nanny

She says she does
But does not understand
How much love
A child demands

The Tabloids say
That I am blessed
But their mistake
Is I'm really a mess

My parents write
Say that they love me
Still at night I often cry
Myself to sleep

Last trip he jumped ship
Off life’s ocean liner
Asking you what’s that got to do
With the price of tea in China

Uninspired he grew tired
Of the massive here and there
Another sign of the times
With the man who doesn’t care

Taking all he’s given
In opinions over time
Says a fool will only do
Enough to get by

According to the warning
In the buyer beware
Much the same in what you give away
The man who doesn’t care

No need to borrow sorrow
In these days of make believe
Easily seen within reach
As they hand it out for free

Time is wasted in the making
If all you do is stop and stare
That’s why each day he goes the way
Of the man who doesn’t care

When I look at some people
I have to shake my head
Wondering at what's wrong with them
Is it something someone once said

Spending their time in doing
It's every man for themselves
Look who's doing the *******
So many now that I've lost count

When I look at some people
I have to stop and stare
Do they know their life's a frayed rope
And do they even care

They're out here walking amongst us
So many it's getting knee deep
I hope they're not contagious
Don't want this happening to little ole me

When I look at some people
I hope against hope they don't breed
This kind of problem
I know not a one of us needs

It's hard enough to get along
With the ones I call my kind
Without adding some people
That are clearly out of their minds

Let's all raise our phones
In solidarity
All those at the green light
Honk their horns at me

Every time we stop
We pull out our cell phones
Always when that happens
We are not alone

Everybody's looking down
Every chance they get
The text is clear, they all swear
They one day will quit

Every time they find
Again they are online
Every time they get online
They also waste their time

Everybody raise your phones
In solidarity
Give me a call and let me know
Do you see and think the same as me

I would like nothing more
Than to watch you grow old
Watch as your story
Before the world unfolds

See the young man
You are bound to become
But alas, I myself
Am not all that young

I’ll still gladly take
All that I can get
Enjoying every moment
That we both have left

Treasuring the time
With your hand in mine
While we do our very best
To keep the memories alive

And that you would love nothing more
Than to be with me as I grow old
Sharing in the story
As we both watch it unfold

There is a deep
Ever growing need
Where the breeze of the sea
Calls out to me

Tosses and tussles
My thinning hair
Making me wish
I was still there

What the waves have to say
In their defense
Is they’ve also missed me
Since the moment I left

Soon to return
Back to the beach
Where the breeze of the sea
Daily calls out to me

If you're wallowing in doubt
Wondering what life's about
Find you're more depressed as time goes on

If you're in need of a good laugh
With no idea of where it's at
I'd kindly like to tell you where to go

Where the in crowds hang to mingle
To experience the tingle
When you need a lift just hit that funny bone

What you find to do will soon ensue
Letting you know yes, it's true
Sending you up against the ropes

Instead of calling into question
To help you out with far less guessing
This little ditty is something you should know

Where the in crowds hang to mingle
To experience the tingle
You're not alone, just hit that funny bone

Who needs a Tatoo Artist
When I can do it all myself
Every time I've found I turn around
Bumping into something else

No need to arrange appointments
On any given afternoon
I take my toll like a Whack-A-Mole
Adding on another bruise

In many different shapes and sizes
Colored Purple, Red, and Blue
One of a kind, personalized
Old man, thin skin, tattoo

there's a love hate relationship
between paper and pen
as the pen stands hovering
the paper stares back at it

waiting for the moment
a simple thought appears
bringing to the surface
the purpose both are here

they desperately need each other
forever to complain
as the pen tends to scribble
on top of the blank page

looking for the answers
to questions come and gone
the paper needs room to breath
as the pen doodles on

through this love hate relationship
it's easy to see both sides
as the pen stands hovering
the paper waits for it to make up it's mind

With one more thing to do in this journey to prove
Living life down on the farm
Spied his mother’s sheets blowing in the breeze
Grabbed one and headed for the barn

He'd dreamed the likes that he could fly
From the earliest of age
With the sheet he had tied around his back
He began to ascend the bales of hay

Once at the top and seeing the drop
It didn't scare him a bit
Because hero's are made to save the day
And only losers quit

With a running start he played the part
And flew out over the edge
Doesn't take much to know how this would go
As he fell headlong like a ton of lead

At that moment he thought he might have gotten it wrong
Yet too late to worry now
What he feels he needs is a bigger sheet
He'll try on the next go round

Bury me
Neath an old oak tree
Where on a lower limb
You can tie a swing

And then when
You come to visit me
You can always swing
To the memories

Of the precious days
Playing in the park
I was your best friend then
Daddy‘s little girl

And when you feel a push
From the warm South breeze
You might just think the wind
But believe it’s me

Still sitting here after all these years
Thinking of nothing much at all
Nothing much runs through my mind
If I were to make that call

With nothing much to do
And even less to see
Nothing much is all I have
If you were to question me

Nothing much I must say
Ever gets in the way
Of the feelings in which I’m dealing
On a daily base

If there’s ever a need to try and keep
All of this in play
I’d have to lean on nothing much, you see
Then mosey on along my way

There are people always out here searching
For something in which to believe
Certain there's more to the why's and what for
Never once trying, down on bended knee

They tune in and turn on the inside
Of themselves in which they rely
With a good yoga stance, they're hoping to chance
On enlightenment that comes with self-pride

Or maybe perhaps if they chant
A Mantra over and over again
They may find the way to heaven's gate
Bypassing their multiple sins

Some rub the belly of Budda
Or pass out Hari Krishna pamphlets
Never eating meat with cows covering the streets
With a god for every day and circumstance

There are ones that never venture from nature
Finding solace in the hugging of trees
Some look to the stars to find their purpose on Earth
While others might count the tea leaves

God has placed inside every one of us
The deepest in needs and desires
To be one with Him in the forgiveness of sin
But man, always seems to want more

Leaving behind what we were really made for...

pardon me please
but have you seen
the mess over there
here and in-between
we seldom toss
the losses we keep
it's all just a part of the plan

we'll tear it all down
before it's brought up
when it comes back around
will there be enough
more lost than found
well, ain't that just our luck
it's all just a part of the plan

the plan of man
to do us all in
by any means
anyway, that he can
he doesn't think deep
or that far ahead
all this, more or less
the plan of man

who doesn't take credit
when it's all going well
or wash our hands of it
when it's going to hell
the survival of the fittest
or at least of oneself
it's all just a part of the plan

it's easy to lie
when you try and save face
doubly hard to deny
with the faces we make
so why do we try
to get away
it's all just a part of the plan

I met a man
He called me friend
Does he not understand
That I am downtrodden

It doesn't seem to matter
One way or the other
When it comes to love, sir
Aren't we all brothers

Although my circumstance
Has me where I'm at
Here are the simple facts
In the depth of what he said

The way to look at life
Is through God's loving eyes
That is where we'll find
We have no right to criticize

After all aren't we all the same
Flesh and bone, blood and brains
Using the last, little as of late
If we did, then we'd all say

Hello friend,
I hope you understand
That love both does and can
Turnabout the heart of man
And then in turn, change the world we're in