If I were lead to hell,
Not of my accord,
Would you be with me?
Would you hold my hand,
And sing sweet lullaby's,
Of comfort to me.
Though knowest the end,
And the beginning.
What must I learn,
Being driven to Hell,
Like Job, or Virgil.
Though standest by me,
As a true friend.
Of free will then comes the choice,
But not the consequences.
Never alone, am I,
Or far from thee,
And thy thoughts.
(Inspired from reading of "The Sparrow", Maria Doria Russell,1996)
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