Thursday, May 12, 2016
Will we understand your way?
A song left midway, a work incompletely done,
Putting everything owned in a bag,
Blundering back to God he went.
Mysterious paths his hopeful heart once again trod.
What mountain of pain and peace he won?
Why won't his hand you take and soothe his heart?
A truant passionate fool he has become.
How hard can the bread of life be to understand?
Your ways, your love and passion for mankind;
Why in school must we forever remain?