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Jan 2017
So it's come to pass
I'm asking myself alas
what on earth have You planned for me

I've been blind you see
Unbeknownst to me
Yet created for your love wholly

I've got all the stuff
Which man measures as enough
Yet my soul screams---it's still empty

I'm asking you why Your son had to die
Was it just so I may breathe?

I've made my own way
It's not bad some would say
However unsatisfying to me

The road sign I see
On the highway I speed
Reads ***, drugs, money and greed
Although I gave in
It was fun to begin
It's only led me further astray


At the end of our time
We sit and wonder why

SHOULDN'T THERE BEEN SOMETHING MORE

Well I'm glad that you asked
For our Lord Jesus Christ
Preset your purpose eternally

So give Him your life
Lessen your burden and strife
Living by his book will set you freeC
Written by
Prescott Robbins  Irvine, Ca.
(Irvine, Ca.)   
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