My temple

If my body is a temple Then to whom is the shrine If my soul is the life of this temple Does that make the prayer and worship of each cell mine If we truly have free will What being, if any, can claim control But if the future is already known Then for what purpose do I have a soul? If I were to command the world And demand prayer and worship from your knees How would I be thought of Only anger and hatred towards me If I were to ask for help, only to hear You hold the answer it comes from inside Why didn’t I look there first Instead of asking ‘til I cried If we truly hold all the answers Does that make us all divine To live in a world full of gods Instead of looking to one for a sign All good things come from above All bad from below Seems like passing the blame A way for problems not to be our own I have not seen the beginning of time Nor do I claim the knowledge of But as all the wise me seem to say The answer comes from within not from above