Making Of The Mud

Gray skies are blue
Lightning is frightening too
When rainbows are no where to be found
This is when the world is flat
Rather than round
I want to turn the light on
But I can’t find the switch

Is there really something on the other side of tomorrow
  or have we borrowed it all away
  and Jesus are you really coming
  do you really exist
  and what is God who stands and watches his creation
  crash and burn in its own greed
  from whence is our seed
  actually I dreampt that a false god created us
  this might explain the fuss

The storm makes mud
That the Lord will take
  and make unto himself

By: Roger Harkness



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