Colin F. Jones

WE ARE THE WAY WE ARE

We are the way we are because,
We all were born that way,
We cannot from ourselves divorce,
Lest from truth we choose to stray.
Where does the perfect person dwell,
Who is of God a clone,
It is in looking hard to tell,
But the answer is well known.
Who is so right that they are sure,
(For their thoughts are not their own),
That their beliefs are not impure,
That their seeds were falsely sown.
Is not the power of belief born out,
By the pointing of the bone?