Monday, October 17, 2011

Broken Record

All has a reason, a time for every place,
A point to every season, a fate for every face
Human nature distorts, diverts from God's great plan
Evil so deep contorts, inside of every man.
The divine purpose to fulfill, in a manner as meek as a child.
Follow and do God's holy will, not sitting still and idle.
As long as breath still warms your lips, speak and do as your told.
The living water of which we sip, the story is true though old.
This being our path, quite twisted and small, hard to follow it is.
Very few can pass through at all, the door is easy to miss.
It is said for a rich man to follow this road, to give his belongings away,
Much easier a camel through a needle is pulled than a man passing by this way.
Society, therefore, tracking wealth and pleasure, leads down a different path.
Dragging the soul deeper than we can measure, teasing, taunting God's wrath.
Philosophies made to enlighten a fable, to give a purpose, a hope, to all.
Man tries to explain the unexplainable, trying to achieve this but resulting in a fall.
Never can you find the answer you seek, never in society's ways.
But sometimes in nature in what seems so weak, a glimmer of this reply is displayed.
To be an individual, what God made us to be, this is put at the utmost concern.
But in the fall of Rome you can clearly see, the human race just doesn't learn.
Many following this road, the ruined course, of which has been so clearly laid.
Screaming and shouting until our voices are hoarse, disastrous history is made.
Divine beings we were first created, to live with a purpose and plan.
But the perfection achieved is now thoroughly tainted, we do as the Roman man.
The garden in which mankind first sinned is fallen and turned to dust.
Lost sheets of music forgotten in the wind. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

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