So back and forth I go
And where this crazy ride will end
I just don't seem to know
Where the beginning
Comes up to meet the past
And ends up no one winning
And coming in all last
So on and on the story goes
For no one seems to care or know
And wandering before the face
Of God in pure ignominious disgrace
For just the thing that we do find
Is just a portion of His mind
A never ending stream of thought
Creating and destroying nought
And so forever on it goes
This mind of God in man's quick pose
A picture out of focus
We just suppose
But worse then all that we could see
Worse for you worse for me
As life goes on the worse it goes
The more to suffer the more froze
Into that endless lock of time
Rushing onward into sublime
That we can never understand
The final resting of demand
That in it's consuming drive to find
The endless eternal Godly mind
And futility is to kind
A word for all this waste of the bind
That we have now and here below
The driving quickness to flow
Into the utter fallacy
Of thought that is to high to see
The utter foolish petty people
Fighting over what is ethereal
But no one really knows
With certainty what they depose
And say is here and this is it
And just believe and don't dare quit
And just continue on with us
The true belief the right the just
And just as you know some not all
So do I and there I fall
And wonder if I ever will regain
The pride that says I believe the name
And want it ever more and more
And this is what fills my utmost pore
Deluded mind forever near
Is that tiger that I fear
Behind the other door
Behind what consumes me more and more
Returning still to all the same
The trust belief in that great name
The name above all names--the Christ
That giver of all good things--His tryst
But never do I explore
But I do find the standing door
And must get it right
But often times give up the fight
That in my bosom burns
That burdens me and causes turns
To other paths I have already tread
But familiarity is still not dead
And at least I have been here before
I have never gotten to the door
And opened to my satisfaction
Just enough for a reaction
Of dismay at all I am
Of dismay that I ram
Into my heart and pierce the core
And wonder if there is anymore for me
And wonder if I will ever be
Truly God's

04/11/2002

Posted on 04/11/2002
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