Nothing Without The Lord

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,

nothing in the final analysis,

nothing but dust,

here today,

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 place to call home;

winter is approaching,

preparations incomplete,

when you’re younger,

you see things through different eyes,

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 almost finished,

the thrills 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,

calming your fears,

soothing your pain;

America you have nothing,

all your big trucks

and fancy cars,

all your majestic homes,

paid for with blood and borrowed time,

are nothing,

in the end they will rust

and crumble into the ground,

they are nothing

without the LORD.

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