Poetry

Who can describe a love so pure?

That after death will still endure

It eats your heart, your soul, your life

It sickens you, yet it’s your cure

I got up early one morning

And rushed into the day

I had so much to accomplish

That I didn’t have time to pray

When God created the universe

He thought of poetry not of verse

Balance and harmony were his aim

Although not two of a kind were the same

Come with me on a voyage of discovery

Along magical souls on this lost earth

Find out all about life on God’s ferry

Recognize the relation between death and birth