A voice that cries in the wilderness.
Make a straight way for the Lord.
Save us from any small touch of bitterness.
But be people of accord.
Tossing and turning trying to sleep.
I thought, think of others not your own worries.
A pledge easier to make than keep.
The mind drifts back to one’s own stories.
We are all like John
Voices in the wilderness.
Doing our best , off and on.
Prone to worry and stress
We are not the centre of our little universe.
We are just passing through for better or worse.
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We ask who are we
And there’s no final answer
So we keep asking
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See John 1: 19-28