Jets, this piece is great especially the chorus. It reminds me of the letters of Mother Teresa, that were just published. She never intended to publish them and if fact wanted to destroy them. Look for them I think you'll be surprised at the content. I'm not preaching but just assure you there are others who think the same with even more weight. Brother in Arms...marcalan
Reverie m. mcvicker 2004
As I raise my head from my stinking bed,
I cannot find my sight.
From golden morn till dark forlorn,
for every breath, I fight.
My vision clears, to my worst of fears,
I see my body weak and gray.
My mind is young, but my time has come
as my flesh will be torn away.
My spirit will fly, that day I die.
Unto my Lord, I will be received!
But that time is known to God alone.
I shall not be deceived.
I will fight this day, to make my way
to the River that I know.
And with a laugh, I will launch my raft.
Spirit, with flesh in tow!
In a 'gators crawl, through the wet leaves of fall,
to the River, air cool, heavy, and wet.
Among the smell of dirt and dead fish, I make one wish;
if I live through the night, I will beset.
Lord, can I be insane, do I have half a brain,
to set my course in life so late?
Would you wait so long to reveal my new song?
Into your hands, I resign my fate.
There was a time, when I was in prime,
your will I prayed to serve.
Be still and wait, my faith in debate,
to the point I almost lost my nerve.
Evening draws in and the night will begin.
Until dawn will You hold me safe and near.
Lord, and then, with the strength of the,"mighty men",
I will rise and have no fear!
I thought ; If I had one idea,
and took it from beginning to end.
I would try another.