| The Beginning of the Ending |
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A young man, full of dreams, Walks brave upon this earth. He has so much to offer; Full of eternal worth. Great is his creative talent To teach, design and draw. His heart a baton, to open music Behind many shuttered doors. Young lives became his canvas, To paint God's love upon; Choosing colors carefully, So God's light alone was shone. Then, weakness struck his life. He cried, "God, please, let me continue; Fulfil the dreams, complete the work You've given me to do. What purpose have You for me, If I cannot complete the task? Just let me be Your servant. Is it so much to ask? What use am I to You or man, If You slay me down like this? How can I help build up Your kingdom, With my life a shattered mess? What about my family, Lord; The ones You've given me to lead? Can I show them Your great love And provide them all they need? But, thank you Lord. I will submit, If You will just show me what's ahead; All the glory that will go to You, For this suffering, as You said. I believe all things work out for our good. The privilege to suffer for Your sake. So, I humbly bow the knee. It is Your choice to make. For, You will soon restore me, Lord, After this refining in the fire. Then, I will speak only of Your grace Of being lifted from the mire." The days, they pass, turn into years. No miracle comes; no great release. People forget, alone in the tears; With no celebration feast. Everything inside crumbles and dies, The desires and all the dreams. It's not happening as was hoped. Life collapses at the seams. "God, there's only You. Show me where. Show me how. Please, show me who. Release me from this cruel bondage. My heart, my spirit, cleanse anew. Do I need my human vitality To complete Your plan for me? If I just walk in You ... Is that the fullness; The beginning of my eternity?" |
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