poem by thom zok date

18 sept 2013

try your best ----------------------why must the train pains to gain when the rain has fallen on the plains i don't gain the sermons when out appear the summons to gesture to the television

i have listened the ports have been connected don't argue for tinsel town everything is wandering around heaven is beautiful we have boarded there just to get fares the good Lord is omnipotent the will to fly all above the sky you must get enthusiasm for wondrous continuation residing in heaven it is the greatest wish worship the gifts that God has given speed one to heaven swell indeed when one is ready tries his or her best and this decks

his or her place in heaven greatest gift you can give is to try your best. *********************************