The Umpire of My Soul

What kind of game are we playing here?
This is my life, and I only get one chance win, so tell me…
How can I win a game, when I don't understand all the rules?
And how can I understand the rules, if they seem to keep changing?

It’s true that men rarely read instructions
And we tend to follow our own selfish plans
We are usually the cause of our own destruction
The only instructions that I know of
are written in so many different versions
That even the instructors can't agree
On the truth, and what its translation should be

I'm not trying to be rude or disrespectful to You
Because I know that you can erase my existence with a blink of an eye
I just want to know, what kind of game are we playing here?
Give me specific instructions in order for me to function
In this sudden death game in which the prize is “eternal life”


John L. Donelson
Prodigal Son Productions
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