All That is Good
Where does the misunderstanding come from, demanding that we be outstanding and then some? Perfection never was a requirement although some might say we desired it. So then for times when things get old I might get cynical I see that I don*t see. Do they see You when they see me? In honesty there*s room for improvement Thoughts may change, the truth be told, A closed mind will leave you empty Use your mind to use your soul. Alert the press, their dogmas are a mess, Opinions shift, a broken sift, an empty hand, And billboards ask, *where do they stand.* Do all streams lead to one sea? Logically there*s room for all questions Though the answers aren*t all known, Objectivities the myth of plenty, Who doubt His truth within their soul.