by Edward Earl

Created on: June 22, 2008

Sometimes I wonder just what would be,
If I'd gone left instead of right;
Or would there be four instead of three,
If I hadn't worked late that night?

Why does one poor soul live in the street,
While others count their riches;
Why many live lives that are so sweet,
And others toil in the ditches?

Is it just fate, or one's destiny,
That leads us down life's winding path;
Is a higher power leading me,
Have the poor provoked His wrath?

Can vast millions be led by only one,
So many forks are in the road;
Is there help to win this race we run,
Will He lighten our heavy load?

Can one shpherd lead so many sheep,
So many lives to make or break;
Still, now as I lay me down to sleep,
I pray, dear Lord, my soul please take.

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