Keeper of All

Strange how time changes our views...

When the time comes to confess our sins,

What will we say?

Will we admit our faults,

Dropping our pride?

Or will we lie

Because He mustn’t know the truth?

But He knows everything we have done,

Every move we have made,

Every word we have spoken,

Every tear we have cried,

Every idea we have conceived,

So how can He not know?

He is the knower of all,

The keeper of all secrets,

And yet we still try to hide from Him

What He already knows –

We are such a stupid species…

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel09November2005