2004-08-18 - pawndemption
so empty a thing is this
apart from our creator
there's so much that we miss
we put it off till later
but deep inside we know
that life is at the source
and how then can we grow
in fields of stone remorse?
what ignited matter
what spun it into being
what science caused the latter
reflecting all we're seeing?
how deep into the micro
how far out into space
will man go where he might go
ignoring every trace
blinded by ambition
driven by whatever
might further his position
toward something that will never
satisfy the inner longing deep inside the soul and all the while the nations thronging vying for control, society, a restless sea, a troubled group until we're free from all that binds us physic'ly until that day we see
objectively the family tree, the need to be reborn as he was crucified up on that tree and rose again then on day three because our sin -- it had to be
paid with such a price
and this God is so nice
he took it on himself
to take us off the shelf,
the pawn shop of our hell,
this story's mine to tell...
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