Reverie

For those of us who wonder

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!