If I could know, what Jesus thought...
Knowing what he truly sought,
Would I feel something like this:
"What am I doing here?
Something is quite amiss!
Things are way too queer,
This isn't what I thought.
These people are more like plants,
Not even as organized as the ants,
Nor as civilized as chimpanzees,
How God, can I please?"
I can know, if I talk to Jesus,
Knowing forever what he thought,
Everything... nothing less.
This I shouldn't do... things I ought.
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