Same Story, Different Day (Poem)
Twenty twenty two
Its time came in and flew
Twenty twenty two
Cannot stay stuck like glue
Twenty twenty three
Let's count the days, shall we?
Twenty twenty three
There is no change at all, you see
Truth is not a friend
Truth is not a burden
Truth is a powerful ally
No money could ever ring it dry
Seasons may change
The places may change
The people might stay
But make no mistake
Everything will happen
Everything is going to happen
The best of it
The worst of it
The raw, sheer guts of it
All leading up to the end of it
Which He knows
He always knows
He will always know
But...
Will we receive the end of short stick?