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Ambitions of Man

I’ve seen the void and the void has seen me.
There is a tendency for reclaiming.
For a shadow: light, one can’t be blaming.
I, we all have become shadows, here see,
In the nothing we’re remaining to be.
Under a burning hot star, we’re slaving;
Futile mastery: elements taming.
Mankinds greed, a target too high for me.
The earth bows to no man; man to no one.
A forgotten creator looks down on
The ambitions of man under the sun.
And four fold to pay back what was stolen,
The debt in place, the back it’s borne upon,
Having been paid, He collects from no one.

For the Arms That Hold Me

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Oh!  For the arms that hold me!
For the hands that pick me up!
For my shelter, my strength,
For unending faithfulness,
For fathomless love,
For eternal mercy that comes from above!
Each and every day there is only one that I owe.
With every breath to Him I become more in debt.
And on the day when I’m finally home,
Shedding light on the secrets from the shadows finally crept,
Infinite forgiveness washes over me,
Unmakes them all, sin ceases to be.
Oh! For the price that bought this soul!
I can never repay, but this gift I can recieve.
Oh! For the day when I’ve come home.

Borrowed Time

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The moments we have are not our own,
Borrowed time and borrowed home.
What time we have we spend and we,
Commit too much and become debtors. He
Lends only a fixed amount,
A sum so high that we can’t count.
That is a number we’ll never know.
Spending each minute as if our last so,
Once our last is spent it’s no suprise,
If lived as such the rest of our lives.

Days Debt

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A forgotten day found
At its end.
A silent and empty sound,
In my head.
This something followed me home.
So far.
What it was, lost in the loam,
Now marred.
Beneath the earth now buried,
Remembered.
I miss how I was carried
Through December.
With winter at its end,
And springs birth,
There is a maddness to which I tend,
Not of this earth.
My follower I’ve discovered,
This shadow.
By the light its been governed
And fallow,
This tired soul waits.
For tomorrow.
Now my sleep baits
Are low.
This is how my fatigue collects debt.
One payment will be missed I fret.