In excess, should we find, those things we desire,
appear before our eyes…
Shall we have found what we need, to quench the fire,
or lamenting, anguished cries?
Outside we search through the bush thick and thin,
for what got lost in our room.
For outside there is light at the sun’s providing,
and inside there’s just darkness and gloom.
There’s an interesting juxtaposition in what precedes falling sick,
that I find one can easily ignore.
The luxuries we lust after are of little benefit,
And what remedies, like injections, leave one sore.
There is more to this world than meets our senses,
There is life, and only Jesus Christ presents it!