Ancient mysteries scrawled on random rocks
Shadows emerging from deep Scottish lochs
What does it mean? How did it get there?
Why does my head start to lose all of its hair?
The mysteries of the universe will be revealed
In Heaven to those who have revealed
Their need for forgiveness and a grace that saves
And freedom from self-centric ways that enslave
The captivity of flesh tends to increase
Unless we surrender to the One who will bring peace
Those who accept Jesus Christ understand
The meaning of life and the number of sand
Is going to be given to us in the spirit
So death is no biggie, we don’t have to fear it
We’ve got Heaven to hope for, much better than this life
So vaporous and fleeting, so full of strife
What do you hope for and how will you get there?
When you pass away are you the eternal King’s heir?
He grants me forever and throws in no sorrow
So I give Him my life and don’t fret tomorrow
What I don’t understand doesn’t matter to this man
Because I follow the God who created the plan
He’ll give me the answers I need in due season
Until then I don’t mind the things I can’t reason.
By Royce Waxenfelter
12/2/08
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