This, these, that, those – with all faction surety,
Yet with no divine or faith foundational purity.
Would I then call that certainty?
For I drink of the cup that promises with no pillar faculty.
Oh! I look and hunger calls desperately to be fed.
Man in me then accelerates unconsciously for bread,
But the taste ends there, with the tongue within my head.
Stomach! You promised me satisfaction certainty, but I am only to the rest room led.
School! Early I rise! Uniforms and back escort the painted vehicles,
School for the ignorant young fool.
Yet after every material, book, and tool,
The country pairs its trousers with the happily convocating one, feeling so cool.
And the certainty of school from the basics turns into the chameleon of an unemployed bull.
What can man actually be certain of?
Just to prove ten, two is more than enough.
The joy of a mother at labor is welcomed by tears so tough,
Tears seeking for the certainty of a milky suck, but in a world so rough.
There is certainty only absolute in One – I mean Jesus, the life-sacrificing Son,
Who from glory and honor had to run
For you and I to be free and today, if we succumb outrightly, the deed is done.
Can we find true certainty in a world full of uncertainties?
