In a world that's been going in one direction,
for so many years,
I noticed one thing about it.
It is kind of hard to steer.
In response to Bob Dylan's questian,
there is only one way out of here.
It is not all along the watch tower.
It's through Christ Jesus the son of God.
To him, we must draw near,
for protection from nuclear war, confusion, conforming,
and every other fear.
We must forgive one another,
and when we do it, we must be sincere.
We must not hate our leaders,
And be so divisive.
Try saying something nice to our peers,
and put an end to all our vices.
Yes, there is social injustice,
on both sides of the hill.
The key is to just stay clear,
and know when, why, and how to protest,
and when to have peace,
and just be still.
The answer to the age old question,
'how do we survive and adapt', is this.
There is only one way,
and that's through Jesus.
He will carry you through the mist.
- Authors: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: January 29th, 2018 02:30
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- Category: Reflection
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