I'm getting off the train because this is the end of the line. We've been rolling along here with tunnel vision, scoping out this life. I've looked as far as I can see..It's a cold world filled with hearts more fragile than glass & we're all breaking. My friend is fading & I am weak. I hate to be complaining, but I feel like my life is jusy a hypocrisy. I say there's hope and you have to work..but have you seen me? I'm dying. I'm buried. But wait a minute...let's pull my extravision back and really see. It's not about me. It's not about what I can or cant do for me. I need pull back my looking glass and realize its more about his vision...because this path is more than what meets the eye. Step back...remember..cry if you need. But this glass is just a guise...you guys...lol..what there really is to see in the pain and dark night stories, is God's bright and luminous glory. This life for all, seen by the days of stars gone by. Really it's okay to cry. Just move forward till you meet God on the other side.
Perched with my child-like faith On the Rock of Ages, A night of dreams so filled with wonder— Star over star, galaxy after galaxy... Beyond even what the man-made eye can see, You flung them all into existence, Then came back and made me.