Nothing Without The LORD

America has become obsessed

with youth and good looks,

beauty and paper diplomas

have taken the place

of experience and know how,

ability is secondary

next to designer jeans

and flashy smiles;

with a sigh you let it go,

once and for all,

throwing open the

massive locked gates,

allowing entry and exit

without charge,

a free concert for all,

with no hope for tomorrow

or the day after;

what else is there?

what more could be left?

squeezing out every little drop,

making more with less,

spreading around the harvest

like butter on a hot piece

of toast,

filling every nook,

saturating every cranny,

choking on the excess,

swallowing the vile;

settling for leftovers;

all the warm moments,

all the fond memories,

mean nothing

in the final analysis,

they are but dust,

here today and

gone tomorrow,

I have always been one

of the ‘go to’ guys,

now I am wasted space,

useless information,

yesterday’s news,

I need a new identity,

new goals

and different reasons,

loftier aspirations;

a new place to call home;

winter is approaching,

with no way of knowing

if the proper preparations

are complete,

but then one can never

be sure or not,

can they?

so it makes very

little difference

after all;

when you’re younger

you see things through

different eyes,

when you’re young

you still have hope,

you still see the world

in terms of possibilities

not finalities and

dead end streets,

you assume the best

without looking for the

worst;

now you sit around

waiting for the check to come

in the mail,

the roller coaster ride is

almost finished,

the thrills are almost gone,

just one more left;

and it will come

soon enough;

it makes you wonder

if you’ll ever stop being

afraid again,

but inside you know you will

because there is One so much greater

than you

to calm your fears,

to soothe your pain;

America you have nothing;

all your big trucks

and fancy new cars,

all your 300 thousand dollar

homes and shopping malls,

paid for with blood

and borrowed time,

are nothing,

in the end they will rust

and crumble into

the ground;

for they are nothing

without the LORD

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