Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill


We wander and wander
Wander as if we had no wits
Wander, wander, wander
Looking for butts and tits.

The Lord is above looking,
Calling us up to Him.
But we look down
And all around

Searching for sights and feeling.
The world is bare!
Avoid the snare
Of searching and tasting and seeing.

Being in Him who hung
And fell to death for all
Is the way to rise and fly
Never no never to die.

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