I walked out.
Told to wait,
But ran instead,
I’d always fled.
In today’s shadows cast,
Blind in youth my fate soon past,
In lost moments now seared and slain,
I now hear life,
See rushing sands and withered trees high upon dry plains.
Tasted pleasure and in time found fear,
Too soon, too new,
So far, so near.
Was once loved,
But never knew.
But never you.
We are who,
To judge a heart,
From down deep within the midnight dark,
Ourselves in covered ash we sit,
Looking into life’s open pit.
We soon depart,
In search of our faith,
So deeply cast our final fate,
And windows dressed,
We stand quite bare,
For all to see how lost,
There’s nothing simply cast in stones or etched in the book of life,
Which showers man in gold and love his crown adorned in sinful light,
Not one last moment,
Lost or left alone,
No time to turn from this last breath,
It’s now a pathway home.
As deep dark questions fill small minds,
Of whether God was yours,
For as you’ll find I hope not late,
That love isn’t left to a tinker’s fate,
For if it were, you’ll soon regret,
The journeys quest and darkness met.
While windows in His place they dwell,
In mansions high upon the hill,
The sacred heart now pierced but blessed,
Where dreams and fears now casts, He rests,
And love in whispers soothing sigh,
A bright white dove in morning flight.
Beaches swept in winds which change,
Trades from here to far off plains,
Whisper too so no one knows,
Hidden dreams in words still cold.
A storied life once I lived,
Though small in untold truth,
Winters gone and spring draws near,
Another frost and summer’s here.
Distant places in lands unknown,
I sought the Word and His true throne.
Never was and never saw,
That His short life,