being the clay I dare not ask the potter
what are you making, or complain about my lot
as if I deserved so much better.

Isaiah saw the LORD on high
with seraphs 'round Him praising
and knew that he must surely die
but for God's altar brazen

If not for Jesus Christ the Lamb
we all would face hell's woe
but by His grace alone I am
made holy head to toe

So now my life is not my own
but purchased by the King
to make His gospel message known
and His glory forever sing!

Praise to Him
For delivering me from what was
And all that could have been
His word & wisdom keep us safe
How wonderful and beautiful are all of His ways

This world is a rotten carcass, its seekers are dogs

Infact, worse than dogs as dogs love their master

But you forgot God in the love of a fleeting illusion

So God has left you wandering in the mire of nihilism

Every atheist is deaf dumb and blind, worse than a donkey

He mistakes his state of confusion for enlightenment

So let the arrogant people celebrate worldy progress

It will all be leveled to dust, as every civilization before

You people will destroy yourselves with your own hand

not every man wants the same thing
but most men want, similarly
and whether it's as grand
as the vision their minds portrayed
or as to if it sees their hearts splayed
their soul is on display
and it can be a vulnerable proceeding
and so far as in love goes
like life, it is fleeting
better to have had it
and lost it
then to have gone on living
and never known it