I just made it out of the storm, I’m still alive.
“What do men do in times of the storm?” I ask God.
“What do men do in good times?”
“Where do we go when we’ve lost our way?”
“Whom do we talk to when we’re left for dead or have to be brave enough to face the beast alone?”
“Where do I put my dirty bowl and spoon when I have no wife?”
I just tripped over my toolbox.
“Where do I go when I need direction?”
“Where do I go when I need a word?”
“Where do I go to learn a lesson?”
“Where do I go when the world is caving in and I don’t have the strength to save it?”
“Where do I go to make the world better?”
I go to the Father.
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