Searching for answers from this riddle of life . Why is there so much pain ? What drives wickedness and corrruption in a world where there is more than enough to share. A voice harkens to my spirit knocking me out of bed. Calling me to write what i hear. There is no sound but the room fills aloud with words being moved through me like a bass drum. Bless his holy name the creator that has given me a purpose Let my light shine before many that they see my good works.