Days have passed, like the minute gone
A continues search to God’s own hand
Astray he goes along the wilderness
Still a quest for lasting happiness
But days have passed, like a minute gone
Enslaved by the world, the drifting heart
Yearning for an answer and yet depart
Confused soul awaiting for the time
A time to be nourished in a form of dime
But days have passed, like a minute gone
And so this rebel soul have clashed
That money and body he got so fast
Turning the world only his to live
Nothing to the Divine a piece he gives
Because days have passed him, like a minute gone
More things he did, beguiled his fellow
Everything his for there is no tomorrow
But a sudden tap on his shoulder he felt
A burning heat his whole body would melt
Satiable warmth covered him whole
In grief he cried: “God take my soul”
But it wasn’t God’s plan to punish him more
He wants that man in his altar stand tall
Days have passed like a minute gone
This once rebel soul turned God’s own hand
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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