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Robert L. Martin

Robert L. Martin

Two Worlds

Two Worlds

Dear God.  What I see and hear caught up in the maze called modern civilization, are dreams created for mankind by man himself.  They are suspended between two worlds and torn apart by his own free will; the Godly that chose him and the profane that he chose for himself.  Help me to live in this imperfect world of his, but keep my spirit free from its imprisonment.  Let him pursue his own fortune and happiness.  My fortune lies in my own contentment from the joy that your world brought to me.  Amen.

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