DaWitness

Have you ever heard The majestic tune of nature Humming in harmony To your senses And sung along? Have you ever Run through the grass On a beautiful Spring morning And felt the dew Softly caress your toes, Inhaling the miraculous scent Of Creation Then to stop, Listen to the birds singing Notes falling Then rising, Soaring into the pale clouds Artist gone wild With grey paint And a gold brush Sunlight shattering the sky Into a thousand sweet silvered lines Each to be savoured By the questing eye Only to be beaten By the wind, Rippling through the trees The breeze Whispering gently against your face Carefree

I see you every day, with a smile on your face and a bounce in your step. What is it with you? Even when the world should be crumbling down, you say you give your worries over to a god I don't know, and don't want to know. Me? I'm not the type who's tied by strings, hanging around like a marionette. So who cares if I've got a rough life? This isn't a frown on my face. No, I'm quite content with handling it on my own, and I certainly don't need some lofty ideas of a heaven or hell to keep me balanced. You say I need Jesus Christ. Are you crazy? No one can die and raise back to life! Besides, if it were true, the guy wouldn't want me anyway