These evil days torment me;
These evil times I am detested by.
The end looms over me like a cloud;
Every-time I recite my years is a testimony:
I am not forever.
Does God have an age?
The Ancient One, The Head of Days.
Can His days be counted?
Sleep is far from Him
In His rest we have rest.
My life is a shadow.
What casts this shadow? Where is the real thing?
My life is a tent.
How long must I be in agony? This tent be taken down?
I don’t fear death;
Jesus has the keys to death.
And If I die, I will live;
But If I live, I will die.
I die to myself to save my life;
This is love for my life: to hate my life.
My own will is corrupt and ends in nothing;
My life is only a dead end.
I put it to death by the life of Christ
To save it from the second death.
But I know the Way;
The Way is not dead but Living.
One that does not end,
Its paths are everlasting.
Death brings forth life! Who can say it?
I died from that which was supposed to make me alive!
Glory be unto the Lamb of God:
Who was, is, and is yet to come.