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Who Gives Kudos:




I question what this world wants me

To hold in high regard,

And I question the validity of

What it sees as stars;

And I question fables I’ve been fed

In over half the books I’ve read,

I question what the teacher said

About who and what we are.


And I question if America

Will ever find her way,

If she even knows that she is lost

Or how far she has strayed;

And I question if she will return

And rebuild bridges she has burned,

Embrace the love that she has spurned,

The One she has betrayed.


Yes I question if this nation puts

Its trust in God above;

If its motives, words or actions

Find their roots in Holy Love;

And I question if its leaders,

Its writers or its readers

Could be classified as kneelers

When discussion time has come.


Why I question even I, myself;

Can I do what is best?

And I question my ability  

To forgive and forget;

Yes I question my fidelity  

To He who holds my destiny,

My then, my now, eternity;

The One who paid my debt.


And I question why’s and where’s and what’s

I question cants and cans;

And I question everything I see,

Or think I understand;

And I question anyone who says

That they can show me evidence

That life is good and it makes sense

Without the nail-scarred hands,


Of the only One that I don’t question

And I never will; He’s the

Source of my redemption, Son of God,

            The One we killed.  I will

            Question not His story, I will

            Question not His glory, nor the

            Love that He has for me, or

            His act upon the hill of Calvary.








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