I try to tell myself it makes sense.
Something that overtime will be less intense.
I try to explain to my heart that this is just a part
Who am I though to say otherwise.
For all that lives, dies.
Even God Incarnate himself did decend to be condemned.
Yet he lives so that one day I and all who believe shall never perish.
I take stock in this sound advice.
That even as the fools around me who struggle to see
I know my life is not my own and it never belonged to me
Oh dark skies begone for the life that does is in the Son that rises.
I take joy even in faded hue
that indeed my son too
has see the Son-rise.
All the little things after matter none
For all that has been, was done.
I know that no matter what else begets of this coil
nothing can ever come close to foil
the divine Grace bestowed to me and my son who waits beyond the *Western Sea.