Isn’t It Strange?

 

Isn’t it strange how we ignore life’s manual

And still expect life to work?

Isn’t strange how we berate its Author

And trust in so-called experts?

 

Isn’t strange how we shut Him out

And still expect His blessings to come in?

Isn’t it strange how we pulled the plug

And wonder why the light is dim?

 

Isn’t strange that our schools are in a mess

And we wonder why this is so?

Isn’t it strange that we spend so much

And still have so little to show?

 

Isn’t it strange that we do everything right

And everything still goes wrong?

Isn’t it strange that we have the best minds

And our infrastructure is falling down?

 

Isn’t it strange that we know so much

And nothing that we know seems to work?

More Doctor This and more Doctor That

And more money-spending on experts?

 

  

Isn’t strange we pour more money after bad

And our returns are growing less?

Isn’t strange that we put our heads together

And still can’t correct the mess?

 

Isn’t it strange that even with the Internet

And the many writers there that exhort

We are still running around in circles

As though there is still one book short?

 

Isn’t it strange that this book has the answers

But we deliberately look elsewhere?

Isn’t it strange that we once consulted it

But these days we just don’t care?

 

Isn’t it strange that as we become more scholarly

There is a resulting proportion of misery?

Isn’t it strange that we say we are getting better

When in fact, we are growing worse exponentially?

 

Isn’t it strange that all day long

We sever the lifeline that is being extended

Because we are afraid that if we don’t

The earthly authorities would be greatly offended.

 

O, we might be sanctioned and vilified

Like many other countries that are marginalized

In this gigantic ocean with its huge, towering ships

Our little Moses might just get capsize.

 

There is bully-ism all around

The apparent weak must genuflect to the seeming strong

But when God our Creator makes His demands

We ostensibly think that He has to be wrong.

 

Isn’t it strange?

 

Stewart Russell © May 2020