Inflated thoughts and lost dreams; absorbed in the vacuum;
In the midnight of isolation, sanity dangles by a silken thread;
Am I upside down, or right-side up, or maybe laying side-ways?
No one cares about those dying, those living on borrowed bread;
Boxed in neglect; Dying slow, in the little bits of day’s-fading-days.
Melancholy tarnishes the gold; not discussed in polite company;
This common process called death; we all share in but suffer alone;
For some the thread suddenly snaps! But others may hang-on-long…
In bodies of agony and pain; With active minds; Recounting to atone;
Reliving life; Still dreaming; Still longing; Rosy remembering in a song!
Beating heart’s unsteady gait falters; pounds in an unfamiliar rhythm;
This rough, long ride is coming to an end! Faithful steed, take me home!
Then rest when your beat ceases and this thin thread snaps! Yes, I will fall!
Into God’s Hands that never neglect, the faith kept soul in a forgotten tome!
Everything lost to be restored seven-fold, to those who obey the Savior’s call!
Hope is Jesus when long-hanging by a thin thread; Joy shrouded in melancholy;
Living in thought but not in action; the mind is where dreams and memory meld;
Regret and pain constantly accuse; tormentors who by faith must be overcome!
All must die but those who die in Christ are not alone, joined by Holy Spirit weld!
Rise and live again; fully glorified! Death ends in full Life and Joy! Oh! Jesus Come!