Questions and Answer

Biker or Triker, Pogo or Hoop, Sidewalk or Sky-walk, these questions are mute. Only the Big Guy, God is his handle, can teach you to fly, without parachute.

By Arley Steinhour 051911

How many good men have come and gone, before this life of mine,

How many blessed men and women have put life on the line?

How many children's fragile bones, were broken climbing trees,

How many cuts and bruises, have found a home upon their knees?

How many cats, can sing all night, when the mood does suit them right,

How many dogs need be in town, before one picks a back yard fight?

How many nights will I yet lay my head, upon sheets soft and white,

How many days, will I yet arise, to greet sun glowing oh so bright?

How many questions are there, one could ask for answer true,

How many answers are there, when there is but one of You?

Ah-Ha, I think I have it, not the questions asked that's right,

I know exactly what it is, it's my God, the answer, in my sight.

Thank you for the time, dear God, I'll sleep throughout the nights,

Soundly sleeping, as I enjoy, dreamland's glorious sights.

AMEN