Poem -

Lock, Stock and Barrel

Fire Away
Questions are keys so let me make a suggestion
Perhaps it's time for you to ask the right question that I mention
Pilate at the Bridge asked "what?" not "who?"
Deffinitely that's not what you should do
For what set's free is Truth
And in truth it is not
Truth is not a what
Truth is being person
Not the King James version
Ze's not the text behind the curtain
She's not the golden calf that makes uncertainty certain
Truth does not fit in any box
But he can find you where you're lost
And he can come at any cost
Free will absolute
Ze is Subject and not the object of inquiry
So jot this in your diary
This my friend is what to do
Not ask "what?"
But "Who?"

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Really like the poem, I just happen to have a couple of different views on deity and where deity can be found, enjoy your perspective!...............................Jim

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al Bikaadi

Jesus Christ is the Way, the Truth and the Life. Father, Son and Holy Spirit are One. That's my view.Ā 

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