Of All The World
**This is an original poem**
I used to find joy in childhood,
But then the bell had tolled;
I used to find freedom in flying,
But then the sky had stormed and rolled;
I used to find meaning in paintings,
But I looked in the stores, and all of them had been sold;
I used to find pleasure in amusement,
But no purpose could it mold;
I used to find fire in my work,
But where would I spend all this gold?
I used to find rest in music,
But then all the tunes had grown old;
I used to find release in sleep,
But then even my dreams had grown cold;
I used to find Truth in stories,
But then all of the stories had been told;
I used to find healing in friends,
But even them, I could not hold;
And when all of this, I surrendered, and
Found God in them all.
