Will we make it to understanding’s gates
I see dawn after dawn featuring question marks of our current path
And distractions keep us busy so we don’t notice long miles behind and ahead
Pretty lights pass then we realize our cares are temporary station change static focus blurry
The moments we’ve been waiting for arrive to be ignored like we’re instantly bored power ceases wrong steps pulled cord Lord Jesus correct our concerns these lessons we learn but slowly is anything firm hmm?
Will we travel, on the broad road, destruction ahead, every traffic light red, our motors’ lives over, vessels dead, stop signs ignored accidents crashing gnashing teeth searching for a rearview mirror, what happened?
Will we overcome?
Don’t look at me
What do I know
Got my own salvation I’m learning about am I dipping toes eyes closed kiss from the rose on a grave sealed no thorns
Will, you, pray, for, me, instead of, shaking your head pretending I’m dead because of something I’ve said you didn’t like
Because I see question marks but all you see are exclamations.