Friday, April 3, 2015

Part of The Cost




























southern boys like their trucks,
clean and sweet,
moaning and groaning,
like fresh young virgins
on warm Saturday nights;
dreamers dream,
lovers love,
sleepers sleep,
inside we all silently weep;
part of the cost,
part of the loss;
kingdoms crumble,
melting like sand castles
beneath mighty ocean waves,
crashing violently upon
white sugary beaches,
stranding aqua blue jelly fish
for all eternity;
part of the cost,
part of the loss;
haughty, petulant children,
searching in vain for honor
and truth, which lies
hidden among ruins and
ancient halls of perfect darkness;
never finding,
never knowing,
never understanding;
part of the cost,
part of the loss;
so many memories,
so much lost along the way,
hanging on, holding on
with everything we have,
but in the end they fade away,
like the early morning mist
before the noon day sun,
and all that is left
are echoes,
silently bouncing
off empty, forgotten walls;
there is no hiding,
in this solitary world
called life,
no sanctuary,
no turning back;
part of the cost,
part of the loss;
through it all,
You continue to look down,
through it all,
You stand by my side,
You are the beginning,
You are the end,
You are all there is,
do not leave me here Lord,
do not forsake me,
hear my plea,
forgive my transgressions,
deliver me from evil ways;
bring me home to You.
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