It’s a funny thing, God’s Timing

It’s a subject you know nothing about

Much like poetry, or rhyming along

You just don’t know how it’ll all work out

But I do realize this

I don’t have full control

So when stare into the abyss

I hope it won’t take my soul

But if it does, and then I go

What option do I have?

Nothing’s up for me to know

So for each moment, I’m truly glad