How this life is full of static
Those noises of the artful critic.
Philosophies that seek to derail,
And make you spiritually frail.
God will speak nevertheless.
But those indiferent who care less.
Will neither hear nor understand.
Gentle and still ways of the lord.
When he desiresthen in the east,
They will be toiling in the west.
And if they don't later tune up.
What was planned for them will flop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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