Why we really don’t need to wonder … What’s Going On

STL-dayWhy we really don’t need to wonder … What’s Going On. It’s just the very same thing that was going on in 1971. I was eight eight years old and my Daddy moved our family from the snow cap hills of Grand Forks North Dakota to the ground which is no thing but fair in Franklin Tennessee. These days I can do no thing but tear up and cry when I hear or see What’s going on. But here’s the thing no matter what happens this side of glory … we claim to know the end of the story. But do we really believe?