All That Is Good

Where does the misunderstanding come from

Demanding that we be outstanding and then some?

Perfection never was a requirement

Although some might say we desired it

So then for timees when things get old

I might get cynical

I see that I don't see

Do they see You when they see me?

In honesty, there's room for improvement

Thoughts may change, the truth be told

A closed mind will leave you empty

Use your mind to use your soul

Alert the press

Their dogmas are a mess

Opinons shift, a broken sift, an empty hand

And billboards ask, "Where do they stand?"

Do all streams lead to one sea?

Logically, there's room for all questions

Though the answers aren't all known

Objectivity's the myth of plenty

Who doubt His truth within their soul