Post by glen on Jan 9, 2009 8:26:54 GMT -6
Singularity
Infinite variety, infinite beauty, infinite stars.
God's eternal creation
Marred only by this aberration
The blot of nothingness
The hole that sucks all that Matters
Into a Godless abyss.
It is a pockmark
A dimple without innocence
A timeless stitch in time.
A point in space that's pointless,
Existing nevertheless.
Like this sucking void that crowds my soul,
That draws out all joy from my life,
That makes me less than God's perfect creation.
Sin, they call it.
I call it the Reason, the Excuse, the Alibi.
"The Devil made me do it," I cry.
But all along I know it's just me
Putting myself first, above all once again.
I long for the day when the black holes are filled
With the tarmac of God's eternity.
I long for infinity to be free from imperfection,
And for my soul
To find the peace it desires.
"Even so, come Lord Jesus."
Infinite variety, infinite beauty, infinite stars.
God's eternal creation
Marred only by this aberration
The blot of nothingness
The hole that sucks all that Matters
Into a Godless abyss.
It is a pockmark
A dimple without innocence
A timeless stitch in time.
A point in space that's pointless,
Existing nevertheless.
Like this sucking void that crowds my soul,
That draws out all joy from my life,
That makes me less than God's perfect creation.
Sin, they call it.
I call it the Reason, the Excuse, the Alibi.
"The Devil made me do it," I cry.
But all along I know it's just me
Putting myself first, above all once again.
I long for the day when the black holes are filled
With the tarmac of God's eternity.
I long for infinity to be free from imperfection,
And for my soul
To find the peace it desires.
"Even so, come Lord Jesus."
