I wonder,
Why we thrive to attain much,
And it ends with eulogy in church?
Why we struggle to make ends meet,
Praying fervently at his holy feet?
Why we choose to live,
And make others believe?
Why we must know love,
And not given a handy glove?
I wonder,
When I go in six feet
Will I be in thy holy kit?
I am for the Lord
I wonder if he'll send His holy cord?