My days are numbered - this I believe
My ways are foolish, don't know when,
when do I concede?
Will I pursue, lose my sight
yet gain the light?
Or shall I not bend,
stick with my proclaimed might?
I press on.. believing my own right
Knowing that I,
I will always win my fights
Yet tell me this,
tell me one thing right
Is there joy in fighting and winning,
in battling yourself is there delight?
Eventually one falters - like a baby,
all just wants rest
A fight won and lost to oneself, things
may just be better, never best
'Cause in the end we all want
to be just cradled in a nest
Truly, our days our numbered; not knowing
we might be on our crest
I break down and bend
and yes - I lose my gaze
Lost my will and might,
saw it set ablaze
Yet the day grow bright
and my God calls my name
The God of the universe just
awaits my face
I say "My God, I have nothing but shame,
these bones are dry..."
"Daughter.." he says, "By sin and shame
do not be dazed,
have I not told you yet
of my unending grace?
All mountains may crumble,
seas may go dry
All the earth may not see
the sun shine its light
the birds may forget
the tunes of their melody
and the flower's bloom may be lost
in a memory.
But My child, never, never will my
love forget to embrace
never will my pow'r forget, as my
infinite mercy forever saves"
"My Father, take me back - this is
all I my cry..."
"It is done, My Child,"
'twas His reply
Oh my days, they truly, truly
are numbered
But with my Lord, my God, it's
a forever... we remember.
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