The MysteryPublished by Susan on 08/10/2003 (3377 reads)
When God says: "Son your time is up"
You've had your show;
Your moment's come to drink the Cup,
You've got to go.
Four score of years you've carried on,
You can't complain;
So then back to oblivion
You go again.
It's true I've almost run my course;
Faint is the flame.
And I must go back to the source
From which I came.
The what it is I do not know,
Nor any one
Can tell me where that I will go
When life is done.
So all will end in mystery,
In vision vain;
The page of human history
Will ne'er explain.
And that is just as it should be;
Don't think it odd, -
If we could understand God He
Would not be God.
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