You cannot scratch an itch before it itches
That is an obvious observation
Your born as a human
Need to live like one
The sprit world may be there
But we do not know for sure!
There must be a reason why it’s not made certain
Left down here dancing, a jig without a tune
These matters trouble me dearly
‘Good show!’ need to work with the cloth we got
Skimpy threads to sew!
Mountains of scripture, draining to no were
Faith a mighty blow to the intellect
You cannot tell me my life is all one big nothing
I can see why, we all need God to validate
The question that begs an answer why is ‘she’ mute?
