When Jesus looks upon the earth, think He sheds a tear?
We're rushing around mindlessly, no sense to fear.
All would be okay, if we could text our prayers to Him.
Perhaps the computer would do, though the chance is slim.
No need for prayer our answer is on the net.
If it's not there, it's nowhere we'd bet.
Personal contact, no need for that.
Computers and cell phones are where it's at.
In the next life will they be there to assist?
Without a spiritual voice, how will you exist?
Turn the computer off, put the cell phone down.
Time to fold your hands, place your knees upon the ground.
- Author: Randy6 ( Offline)
- Published: April 30th, 2023 13:41
- Category: Unclassified
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