Time
Some say time is fleeting, other say time is not.
I age yet I do not grow old, what is this?
Are we simply counting down, the end is lost.
The start has disappeared, somewhere in the midst.
His mind is in us, the forest for the trees.
The heart for the moment, the laughter of a lifetime.
The love so deep, the help comes from the hills.
As they cry, the rocks shout, the deer pants.
The shepard herds, searches for the lost one, on the cliff.
Falling fast, quick hands, steady feet, before the fall.
Just enough pain to understand, we are significant.
Yet so simple, our minds are confused.
He shows us the path, the chains are gone.
Blind but now I see, I can turn and see the Son.
He beckons me to his calling, my time has come.
Not a moment too soon, not a fraction too late.
In the last, in the final, in the fire, in the flood.
The war was won, the countdown already written, the hairs already counted.
Give it up. Give it all. For answers I have not, for understanding there is none.
Except for Him.
I age yet I do not grow old, what is this?
Are we simply counting down, the end is lost.
The start has disappeared, somewhere in the midst.
His mind is in us, the forest for the trees.
The heart for the moment, the laughter of a lifetime.
The love so deep, the help comes from the hills.
As they cry, the rocks shout, the deer pants.
The shepard herds, searches for the lost one, on the cliff.
Falling fast, quick hands, steady feet, before the fall.
Just enough pain to understand, we are significant.
Yet so simple, our minds are confused.
He shows us the path, the chains are gone.
Blind but now I see, I can turn and see the Son.
He beckons me to his calling, my time has come.
Not a moment too soon, not a fraction too late.
In the last, in the final, in the fire, in the flood.
The war was won, the countdown already written, the hairs already counted.
Give it up. Give it all. For answers I have not, for understanding there is none.
Except for Him.
