Morning is passed all rushed from Monday
Day ran so fast like it knew the anxiety
The frustrations and realizations borne.
An anxiety that at point in time grew into resignation
Quite a familiar path of abrasion
That almost leads to aberration if not utmost desperation.
Non of that turmoil however counts for now
But as humans we have let this moment thaw
Thaw away all hope that once rooted a show
A show of faith and delight in perseverance
For humanity or rather still humans do away draw
Draw from the path of trust and rust into the hands of the foe
The foe’s hands always wide open
Open with an hunger quite insatiable
Almost hard to pen and quite insane.
So it is Friday as we cross the cross-end
More like a cross-road of self awareness
A loss to self and dive into another
We look so fearless in a grip of oblivion
If only this facade could unveil our true person
And give us to the realms of God’s embrace
In total surrender would we render us to His beautiful face.
Don’t let the cross-road of self destruction bar you
Don’t let the pull of utter regression bore you
Don’t let the sail of common perception define you.
Let His grace always lead you.