These Are Not Your Final Days

 

 
Heavy hearted and this weight that I can’t shake
Invisible fractures beyond mending
Trying to find a way to cope with this heartbreak
When death is a way of life
Breathing as you slumber, it hardly feels like you're alive
What does it mean to improve quality?
Make you comfortable as you pass or fight to just survive

A little while longer now, when I'm lost in a haze
Surely it is not the end and these are not your final days
Recovery, wake up and speak to me
If I'm a fool to have faith when everything seems so certain a loss
I will crucify emotion and stand on the promise as I take up my cross

Believing in the face of sorrows serenade
I will not utter for the sirens of despair
When fear tries to grip my heart and interrogate me
I know that you are there

Haunting illusions of what has yet to take place
Voice activated vision, I'm all in for the hope of grace
As I open my eyes to see the Father's face
Let truth be my guide living in the thought of your embrace

Contending realities in collision for my attention
Horizontal lines of sight are blind to my ascension
Mercy wakes me anew with daily bread to sustain
I feast on the hope of love and joy in spite of pain

A moment of weakness and I lapse to the utterance of a thought
Retract my sentience as I call on heaven to do what I cannot
Worlds apart it seems as I return to doing all I can
Working and learning to love better to become a better man

Praying my life will attest to worship's legacy
Not by my own effort but God alive in me
Offering apologetics for unstable tendencies
Vices and coping mechanisms for relative atrocities

Lashing out for all that tries to take from me
Friends caught in the cross fire of frustration with my enemy
Revise my conduct to become my word as I become multilingual in action
Speaking the foreign language of love and faith as I respond beyond reaction

Learning to believe again, when everything feels dire
Let God be true and this sickness is a liar
Face to face with myself and my shortcomings

Satanic footholds of habitual behavior
Believe in me
As I place my confidence in the Savior
Overcoming obstacles of doubt and my carnal frailties way

When I am weak then is He strong
Though death is part of life it is not today...