Am I old
Dreaming I am young?
Do I slumber younger
Thinking I know more than I’ve
Lying in the dark
It’s hard to tell if I’m
On fire from flashes
Or could this be hell?
Ageless spirit that I am
Without a light
I am not sure
If this is nightmare’s call
Leaving me to greet the day
And face an image smooth
Will I sigh with great relief?
Am I the good one or the thief?
Is the sting I feel from playing
Games and running wild
Or has the flesh grown weak?
Am I tired and all worn out?
Am I senile, sick and almost gone?
Or am I just beginning -– filled with doubt?
Do I cry because I cannot move;
A Helpless newborn hoping help is on the way?
Am I the guy, who’s wise,
A sage, who’s weak and can’t stand up?
Am I the parent or the pup?
I do not know if in old age
I dream of youth,
If in my infancy I’m scared
To face the truth
Was I born just now,
Or am I dying?
Are these tears of joy, or am I crying
To be born AGAIN, and green?
Am I past my prime?
Is it too late or just in time
To use my voice,
To make a choice?
Am I dressed in flame retardant clothes?
Poised to stand the fiery darts
Slung from evil’s bow to take me down
To pits I cannot see; can this be ME?
This mortal self
Is this the start or at the end?
Will I burn, or can I turn?
Oh, Dear God I beg the right
To catch a drop of light
In this dark place
Please let me see the cloak of righteousness that's free
That keeps me safe from arrow’s flame
And Lets me in your book of life,
No matter how
Or when I finally came
For this rescue
From eternity's Cremation Pyre,
For this extinguished fire...
Forever will I PRIASE YOUR HOLY NAME!
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