I wandered into memories and felt the Peace of Time
It poured into my heart and then eventually, my mind
appraised It every thought the way A Friend could only do
and there I was reliving every day I’d  spent with You
I sacrificed my senses on The Altar of Your Grace
and let my body burn so I could meet You face to face
the former is corruptible and visceral at best
I’d rather lease My Soul than be the owner of my flesh

if we are passing the time, are we moving?
are we keeping our minds or are we losing?
do the things that we seek make our hearts sing?
or does everything leave our Souls with nothing?
I can speak for myself, but I don’t want to
not right here or right now, I can’t help you
I would rather hear You speak of beginnings
than lead all my own thoughts to only endings
if we are moving with Time, It won’t pass us
we’ll be keeping our lives once we become dust

I once believed your heart to be another beat of mine
the only other consciousness I ever could define
but sooner and not later I was tried ‘til I was blue
and suddenly my memory said, “anyone but you”
I recognized the cloud your eyes once begged of me to see
now all you’ve ever been before means nothingness to me
you comforted my body and you broke into my Soul
so I considered treason be the only path to go

consider the tone of your story  
rescind any anger at bay
lest treason become of your anchor
to make of your message, decay
you’ll only have blacked out the Sunrise
The Forever that lived in your heart  
a death premature by your choosing
to be one who’s not who you are

consider the tone of your story
invite every kindness to stay
for reason will make you a master
of Words you are destined to say
you’ll welcome the Sunrise in Spirit  
Forever the Beat of your Heart
a life made to keep by your person
to be who are - this is it!

I slept some three hours to midnight
then one come then two come then three
but Poetry woke me to tell you
there’s Someone we all need to meet  

His Name is the reason we’re living
He gives our each day to The Son
and while I’m alive, I confirm this
there’s Nobody Else like The One

He recognized all of my sadness
and put all my pain in His Hands
He told me I’m made up of madness
this world wants to poison and plant

my loyalty lies in My Savior
my roots found A Home in His Life
and nothing and no one can render
The Way I’ll be always defined

I wish it would be easier to seek The Way, I Am
but Life has no intention of acknowledging your plan
the days you walk are numbered and the breaths you breathe are stored
in places you will never see unless you be reborn
your body’s made of ashes that will disappear in Time
your Soul is made of Fruit that hopes Forever stay Alive  
consider what you say and then consider what you do
are you the kind of human who would stand beside of you?