Verse 1
Lord of my life, my years escape like a thief caught in sight vanishing quickly like smoke clouds in windy sky far from birds eye view. What will my future be, what plans have thee in mind for me. Thy ever present love hugs this place, mine habitation from birth. From that day hath nothing but goodness and mercy been with me. Your thoughts are wind, actions like mountains, habits like rock of ages, effects of which seen but not understood. The cup of your ways are marvelous and ripe in all doings, splendid, full of mystery and wonder yet empty of failure and broken promises.
Verse 2
Lord of my life, time is growing weary of wait like trees rooted in good soil, dying, im slowly moving up like clouds on a rear sky that I view from my window pane. The full moon cracks a hole in the sky smiling creating dreamy eyes as of older days long forgotten on ancient calenders, on summer days a younger me would see visions in clouds taking shapes of earth creatures below. Fantasizing of some unimaginable history, locked inside the world of mystery,my inner world, an amusement park, questioning the courtroom of life. So is the child that beckons me to come and play for time is skipping away.
Verse 3
Lord of my life, thy blessings are rich, and thy protection well guarded on all sides. Thy mercies are long and thy care enduring from head to toe. Thy watchful eye is as a mother with a birds nestling just hatched unable to fly. Thy passing years are a quiet song, a same tune, a forseen victory. Thy insurance cannot be traced by witches and magicians casting spells of sickness on seas and tongues. Mine mouth shuts up the fury of mine heart from the greed of mine hunger, for thy food is health to my spirit and nourishment to mine steps- thy nourishment is good like milk, fattening like meat. But mine lust is wasteful and mine appetite destructive. All the ways of mine are cursed. Your spirit is shield me forever and ever. Selah
Verse 4
For you keep me within the walls of thy safety and within the gates of thy watchful eye; and say with tender love, dont cross the boundaries of the net or the limits of the shore for the sea is deep. Dont go beyond the border mark, dont venture into the wild or practice the ways of the heathen of the daughters of men. Stay, and you shall prosper.
But the affairs of mine heart are shifty, mine appetite juicy, mine age warm and mine sight undiscerning. For he said, dont eat of the fruits of forbidden daughters, who keep not their own virtue, but make a weapen of a gift and a curse of rich blessings- lest you die. Who seduce and capture, who are smooth and fair. Who cause men to war who be friends, reaping rich benefits from the spirit of their creation. Who are radiant like the rose, but drank of the poison of this world, deadly, who kill men with kisses, blinding them with the ropes of glittering charms. Who know not that the age of their glow is a short time.
Verse 5
For thy future is within mine eyes, a glorious celebration, to give you eternity and longer lasting pleasure. to keep you from the vain party's of youth, from the poison of Tobacco, the tease of wine,, the hype of innocent madness and to protect you even in winter when the sun dies and age is cold.
But I say mine heart is furious at thy command, like a child I play with the boundaries of thy admonitions these eyes of mine see but little danger in thy warnings, and fear not of the pits for my heart has known no pain. You look down like a eagles stares down its chicks and snatches them into safety. I wrestled violently with thy love, a kick here, a kick there, my two fists for the angel in the dead of night, rolling and punching and squeezing and twisting and bleeding down the earth but inevitably I burst for thy strength is more than mine weak hands, my effects not seen on thee, I give in for drain has got me bound like chords, thy presence locks me down to tears and silently, haaa exhaustion shushes to sleep.
Verse 6
You keep me wonderfully from the daughters of heathen nations, of the children of men, of various cultures, estranged from your ways. Their daughters are wild and untamed, they circle me like a wolf circles a prey,like a lion attempts a catch, but magic waits afar off for thy presence is great with me and thy spirit exceeds. Oh lord the age of my youth will not be like the star, or sun or moon but be vanished before noon. The thought depresses like a sickness, the mood drains like a wound and the rain pours in the season of its time. The philosopher writes to quench the thirst of his heart and sings to lift his burdened soul. The poet composes words of lament and the musician plays on his flute. All these keep check from the tide of immorality guiding me to godly praise. My words are the words of the prophets of old, I comfort in thy voice. Cause thy gift of words and sounds is a power not known, unfathomed like a chord of heavenly realms. Selah
Verse 7
I wait on thy promises silent with slow life. I gaze on the daughters of men, they are fair, their beauty exceed and their eyes pull like magnets, their voice is appeal, and their charms excite, they attract much. But you say, do not go close, dont even touch for they will bring you down to deaths door, steal the wealth from your eyes for their is danger in their step, stay far away and shine forth your wisdom- and they will take heed and say, here is man who will not be affecting by our charm and magic spell, he wont be seduced by our beauty, he wont fall a victim to our trap- he knows the God of heaven- we have no power over such. Who is he?
Verse 8
But I refuse to take counsel even knowing the better way. I say in mine heart fire cannot harm me and acid does not burn, poison does not kill, for time is on my side and strength makes me untouchable- who can stop me! Im alive. But yet I dont neglect the former words. I roam around and play with one or two, living the life of the brave one Sampson knowing ignoring the voice of my error. I say in my heart a little fun wont steal my life, still thy barricade of grace covers jealously from the missiles of a trap. This I know in my gambling ways. My evil strays.
Mythical_Poet
Inspired
Written on the day of the Lord.
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