Sands of Time
Just thoughts within intellectual lines
As we are born
So shall we die
Plans made in advance to soar to the Heavenly sky
Do you ever question why you’re here
An earthy existence with a limited amount of good cheer
Scared to live
Afraid to die
Once we get sick… silent prayers, numerous whys
Lived a good life
Unite as the Bible says, man and wife
Kids if you choose
That beautiful policy in life, surely you can’t lose
The doctrine of Heavenly laws
So, misconstrued
The good must wait for their pie in the sky
The wicked having a great time down here, does not even bat a guilty eye
Heaven hath no fury like a sinful scorn
Baptism to get peace out of life, dipped in water to be reborn
What if this is our Heaven on Earth
No spiritual rebirth
Once you close your eyes as the sands of time has expired
No more breaths of Earth required
Therefore, faith duties to you must now let
What you see here is all you will ever get
Darkness and silence are the only realm your soul has met
No crown of glory settled on your head
In life your emotions have daily bled
Times you’re wasted just to live
Charity from your hard work, you humbly give
Hoping for forgiveness of sins
Oh, I lied one time…not killed anyone, so will I still get in
It seems that the good always suffers
The meek continues to Earthly smother
The wicked moves right along
These are words, not my creed, but it is a pondering song
Being a critical care trauma nurse, I have so many questions I get asked
Sometimes, as I bow my head, I question my daily spiritual fast
Is it all worth it
To take life’s agony hits
Turn the other cheek, survive all society’s stinging licks
It’s not what one would call total bliss
Then you wait for a crown of glory from living legit
Die and then find out, it was all lies, just bullshi$
Excuse my tongue
Bringing it to you straight, as my mind tends to mentally run
Yes, I believe in the Holy Trinity
However, many still have questions about divinity
I advised you I’m locked out
Therefore, I have inquiries I must yell and shout about
I pray daily, maybe God will lend me His ear and listen, to a certain degree
As these thoughts escape a timeless soul begging for the universal to drop to their knees
Gift of words given at an early age
School plays, theater in college, words delivered with confidence on stage
Never once passed up the church offering plate
My palms head to the sky, yet, I am still questioning society’s fate
Generation of healing hands
For woman and man
Is it not enough, I ask
Soul goes on, nevertheless, the body on Earth will never outlast
Hoping for redemption for a sinful past
My hands bridged, I will silently pray
Until I hear the words, well done, my knees I shall stay
Answers given as I finally wobble to stand
Mind, Body, Soul, and Spirit in sequence to conquer the mental lands
From my Queen’s crown to you and yours
Love given in all its entities from the stars, the moon, the Heavens above, casting down to civilization’s shores
Selah
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