What Is Temporary Cannot Last

Stillness. Here she is at last. To welcome me home... 

to the presence of my Father. 

Survival. It takes work. It takes time. It takes money.

Lots of work lots of time lots of money. 

But time with my Father... is all I really need to live. 

I've forgotten my first Love while searching high and low for things to fill my stomach.

Hungry, hungry, hungry... 

Where has the real food gone off to?

Frantic motion. Lost devotion. Endless commotion. 

For what?

I sit here and wonder where I put all the things that I knew before.

Where have those solid, sturdy roots of my existence

run off to?

Where have I run off to?

I feel empty of what matters most and, ironically, 

very, very full of what matters least.

It's funny that you can gain the world and lose your soul

in no time flat.

Actually it's sad.

And the more that's at stake, the harder it is to look yourself in the face

and tell the truth.

What am I saying...I do not know.

But I know I have to say it.

These words are like the creaking of the hinges.

Doors opening up to the light.

I'm tired of talking about things that don't last.

I'm tired of searching for treasure with fake maps.

The riches of this world all fade away. 

And I knew that once...

I just forgot.

Renew in me a steadfast spirit.

Fill me up with words of truth. 

Resurrect this dying passion,

And become my living proof.

All hope of seeing myself through are gone. 

I cannot do what I cannot do.

I'm disintegrating like a tower in the wind, 

All is fading but what cannot die.