When all life’s tragedies unfold
Upon the face of past glory
Perhaps then the story may be told
Of better things than history
But all these things may never be
Because indifference just can’t see.
If all my life was counterfit
Perhaps then this would make some sense
But alas I fear what lies have knit
May obscure all from whence
They came; to stumble on the fact
Sometimes it’s better just to act.
They say Fortune favors the bold
But unless I am mistaken now
The bold habitually never grow old
Because they all expire somehow.
And many years will pass them by
Before the world knows that they die.
They try to get Triumph in their grasp
But it’s Defeat they feel inside
When shuddering with last breath they gasp
“Perhaps it’s time I do confide
That what my life was worth before
I see now never mattered more
Than when I gave it all away
And felt the loss through to my soul
And even now I fear the day
When God will judge me by the whole
Of what actions I never did
And those deeds I wish were hid.”
Perhaps “mercy” cannot explain
The fullness of what Blood has wrought
To cleanse life with a crimson stain
So the flesh can be forgot
Without a spot, standing pure;
To finally know that you’re secure.
