They drift and they cleave.
A man stood amidst the crowd
Pondering over what we had vowed
Long, long ago, a promise we'd made
To submit to Him alone, we'd obeyed.
And so we were sent down
To different lands, different cities, and different towns
With only one purpose, to meet one goal
And so we all chose our path to fulfill this role
But on our course, came an unknown force
It steered us and took us astray
And after a deep, deep sleep, we wonder,
Was this the way?
Was this the purpose of our stay?
Or have we drifted far, far away?
We bow down to Him numerous times a day
None but in Him we place our trust, we say
But when our faith is put to test
Oh, how terribly we detest!
All words uttered are forgotten
All hope is forsaken
Minds question and doubts arise
Oh, but only if we were to realize!
The path we had chosen
Would be the cause of our affliction
And yet everyday we walk towards it in haste -
Towards our failure - oh, how our deeds we waste!
And then comes the inevitable fall!
And that's when to Him we crawl
We bleed. We cry. We try but we tumble
On our way to Him, we often stumble.
Therein lies our frailty and weakness
But therein, too, lies His Mercy and Greatness
As when the path gets too dark and uncertain
It's only His Light that shows us the way and lifts the curtain
The curtain of hope, of faith, of love, of triumph, of peace, of life...
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