This morning, when in my bed, This thought came into my head: In the world, only one will prevails, Even in the smallest of details.  If this is true, then every thought Every word, every deed wrought, On Earth, and elsewhere, too, Even all that you and I do, All actions done, of every kind, Are willed by a single mind, Which decrees things to occur, As ‘God’ to this mind one can refer. If this is so, it would mean God’s will alone has ever been. This, in turn, would suggest

You ask me the reason why With no religion I identify. To you I answer in reply: “God has no religion, so nor do I.”

Oh the maddening creedal strife With which this world is rife, Each group claims they're right, The only ones with true insight.   All I can say is that I do know That beyond all doubt it is so That You, God, are indeed there. To know more why need I care?

Words upon words, what a big heap! These books now far away I’ll keep. When with You I can directly converse, There’s little that I could do worse Than instead of You, to choose a book, And therein for You to seek to look!

Through lines of rhyming verse With You I now love to converse, Sharing with You what's on my mind, In doing this oh great joy I find!   A few such lines can say very well What a ponderous book might tell. This thing I now just love to do: Engage in poetic prattle with You!

Oh what a truly majestic sight! In carefree joy, in sheer delight, The bird soars into the empty sky And I sit in my chair and know that I One day, too, will glide up from Earth, Where I’ve been ever since taking birth. On that day, when my body shall die, Off from here on swift wings I’ll fly! When my term here has finally ceased, I’ll soar like a bird from its cage released!

I can speak with You in words plain, For between us no false veils remain, No desire have I now to search for You In ponderous books like I long used to. Those tomes I’ve now left far behind, For they heavily burdened my mind. On me so greatly they began to weigh That I had to firmly put them all away. What need have I now them to turn When Your presence I can myself discern, For, wherever I am, and at all times, too, I know I can commune directly with You!

When our earthly stay comes to an end, To this one question we might attend: How much of the time You assigned For us on Your Earth to be confined Did we choose to commune with You Compared to all else that we did do? A good measure, this might be said, Of how our life on Earth we had led.

Life here is short, and soon we’ll go, This sure fact we must all well know. From here we’ll head to the Judgment Seat, Where the Lord God we’ll have to meet, Getting from Him the decree He’ll give On how on His Earth we each did live. Let us be of this at all times aware, So that of our life we’ll take good care.

Birth and death, together bound, How the two our minds astound! They a couple from an ancient tale, The first, then the second, without fail, For every man, bird, plant and beast, From in size the biggest to the least. This fact we well know is truly so, But why, we don’t now fully know. Maybe one day You’ll share with us Why it is You arranged things thus.

I long sought to know about You more But became more confused than before, For, folks about You varied things told, Pressing their claims in manner bold.   I thought then in books I would find The solution to confusions in my mind, But after many books about You I read, Finally to this firm conclusion I was led:   That all I needed to know about You Was what for even a child would do, Such as that You’re the world’s one king, The creator of every being and thing, That this va

Are we here on Earth alive Merely in order to survive, To spend some time and then die, But not knowing the reason why?   Or, is there a purpose grander more That the Lord God has kept in store, Which He’ll reveal to us if we ask, Yes, if we’ll simply do this one task?

Make us feel Your guiding hand As we pass through Earth’s land, Certain that You’re leading us on Till at last from here we’re gone. Of this one fact make us be sure Now, and also, forever more.   Your guiding hand is our need, For us to follow where it may lead. Receiving thus Your bounteous grace, Every hurdle we can fearlessly face, Rejoicing that You hold our hand, This may we clearly understand!

What God is like we better came to know When as a human He Himself did show And as Jesus among us He did appear: God in the form of a human mere.

When I worry, when I fear, I must turn to You, my Dear, You, the nearest of all near, Sure that my plea You’ll hear To set my aching heart at rest, Handling it the way that’s best, So that I can pass life’s every test And carry on this journey with zest.

For what purpose, please tell me Dear, Have You've placed us on Earth here? We find ourselves alive in a world where, as far as we can recall, we didn’t choose to be and where we must spend a while—a few decades at the very most—and then depart. What, we might wonder, is the ultimate purpose, if any, of this elaborate exercise: of arriving here, spending some time and then departing? The quest to know if this earthly life does indeed have an ultimate purpose becomes even more

Won’t You my curiosity satisfy And say to me the reason why Life on Earth we must undergo, For, this purpose I don’t know.   I wish I knew, I wish You’d tell, In words clear to me You’d spell, Why You’ve made it thus to be, Oh, please explain it all to me!   Some may say this life’s absurd, But I won’t agree till I’ve heard From Your lips this bold claim, Confirming this to be the same.   Till then my hope I won’t let die That there’s a good reason why You make us here a whil

Why, I wonder, have You put us here, On Your Earth, for a short time mere. Maybe it’s a game You make us play, Other than this, what can one say? It’s You who decide, You who decree, And for us it’s only to meekly agree. We can’t say ‘No’, we just can’t refuse, Perhaps all we can do is simply muse About the reason You've put us here. Isn’t that so, won’t You tell me, Dear? Maybe what’s true we just can’t know Until from here You'll make us go.

We each are here for an allotted span, So, let’s do as much good as we can. It’s just for a short while we're here, Let’s love as much as we can, my dear. No purpose can there be more grand, This I'm sure you'll well understand. Now that I’ve said what I had to say, Come, let’s love and do good today!

Wherever we turn, all that we see, Whatever around us that may be, The beings and things we behold, All these from Yourself You unfold, Each separate, by itself, we presume, But it’s You who these forms assume. Who can fathom this strange display? Maybe it’s just a drama, Your way of play.