The innate mirror of the human being
Cannot often be seen
Scratching the surface of our heart
Only to learn it is stone
Scored with sorrow and tragedy
It beats in our vessel alone
In challenge and care
In vanity and pride
Regarded as life
But nothing inside
We look to our past
For answers in dust
Deciding what is truth
To wallow in lust
Some decide to look
To the creation made
To the forms of self
Which cannot save
Behind the veil
The eyes grow dim
We think we see
But cannot focus on Him
The progression continues
The wavering grows
A mind unstable
Unrealized, and it shows
The age has been reached
Where have we sown?
In life or in death
We remain alone
A decision is made
In faith and or pain
To look to another
Outside of our vein
One of our own, a man, but more
Regarded as Savior with life evermore
The decision is made
The Rule has been broken
We now look to Him
He is our token
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