revelation
And here flow out the songs of praise!
some stand. some don't. and I? I write.
I scribble down these words... broken fragments of a bleeding heart,
and I watch.
I watch the minutes pass...
I watch the hours pass...
and then I realize: I will not be young forever.
No, I won't even be forever.
And as I sit and watch them praise
as He inspires these sadder words... or, more thoughtful words,
I die.
Not quickly, no... Oh no. I may have many years, though, I also may not.
But me, when I finally leave,
when God calls me home,
I will sit beside Him
and cleanse my feet in His eternal waters,
and I will think back on times such as these and know one thing:
I lived my life to the fullest,
because I lived in God,
and He made me full.
Praise be to the One who looked me in the eye and saw my heart,
and loved me nonetheless...
some stand. some don't. and I? I write.
I scribble down these words... broken fragments of a bleeding heart,
and I watch.
I watch the minutes pass...
I watch the hours pass...
and then I realize: I will not be young forever.
No, I won't even be forever.
And as I sit and watch them praise
as He inspires these sadder words... or, more thoughtful words,
I die.
Not quickly, no... Oh no. I may have many years, though, I also may not.
But me, when I finally leave,
when God calls me home,
I will sit beside Him
and cleanse my feet in His eternal waters,
and I will think back on times such as these and know one thing:
I lived my life to the fullest,
because I lived in God,
and He made me full.
Praise be to the One who looked me in the eye and saw my heart,
and loved me nonetheless...