What is up? What is down?
What is inside out; must come round
What is pain? Long suffering
What is Love if you don't bare the ring?
Why do we fear the creepy, crawling things
They must feed something come dewy mornings
Why am I such a sinner when I wish I was a saint
My stomach roars. . .who will take my order but bring no change
What is faith? What is work? What good is a spout if it doesn't squirt?
What is hope? What is joy? What is quiet without the noise?
What is treasure beyond all worth..what good is gold if you've been cursed?
I feel something seeming to bite over me...
A thorn to my finger but I'll write unto thee
Time is of the essence, but I won't scream or shout. . . .
Fore I long to hear Your Voice; instead of drowning it out. . . . . Hallelujah Christ still Reigns!!!!!
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