Amidst the time of twisting turning turmoil,
Comes a quiet acquaintance without any recoil;
This peace of God which knows no end,
Who is a fascinating, following, faithful friend.
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Religion if looking for want of a better word,
Is not like the choice of a charm of a bird;
But a means in which one can worship God,
Who understands and leads all the odd.
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Then whence comes science seem to interfere,
As if it was not our God in which we fear;
But zillions of particles which made the mass,
On which the earth we all must pass.
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Is religion a case of corpse and culture,
Of which we value and pick as vulture?
And what is holiness if not to be vulgar?
But alas a creature which one must master?
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And do we do it now if time is short,
Or slow it down to yet another sport;
Of where is our faith and righteous thought,
Forgetting and forgiving the things we bought.
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So must religion be some kind of corporate thing,
Of which the people drink, draw and think;
But really religion is to honor God,
Where the spirit is two split peas in a pod.
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Signed,
My trade mark.
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