If we knew what we were before we came
When for the first time we heard our name
Called by a familial voice on another day
Responded, hoping life would be okay
If we knew what would befall us when bruised
The path we chose with others just left us used
To love our fellowmen who brought us pain
Such as occurs time and time again
If we knew what would come our way
The trials and adversities even as we pray
The future we would like to know
Yet it's best for us when it doesn't show
So, I'll relax on this beach here, where waters lap at my fair feet
To know not what's to come is just a treat
If only we knew what was to come
This life we live will be no fun
There's another place looked for by many
Who resting from their labors, they sleep
The hope of these one day will with certainty
Assured by A Body the grave and hell couldn't keep
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.