A Selfish Fellow

A selfish fellow I am, indeed. I want a good life; I get me a wife And she gets me some children to love. But soon they fly away like that dove In my yard every morning. They return now and then, again and again And we’re glad for what we’ve been given: Lives to watch as they unfold Their very own stories to be told. Each will have things to confide And matters of import to decide. If the words of a prophet are true, It matters not in life what one did do. In life we will often fall short, Some even their children abort, But the Truth will prevail And keep us from hell, That Good News we always recall Even since He brought us the fall. Yes, God had a plan for Adam and all That we would not be without hope Taking pills and smokin’ dope. Hear my words in their context Take no single line for a pretext! Follow the One who sent the Son. Only there is your life truly fun.

Finish at 0720 on 6 July, 2021