Nothings to Something
People say I am a survivor
Really something
But I say no
To you I would like to show
The Only Something
I am almost nothing
Held together
My skin & bones
As on this planet I roam
Only by the Someone
By whose hand I was
Created
By whom all our sin & death was
Abated
This living, breathing God
Is the Great Someone
At whose pleasure I exist
In whose hands joy never desists
& from whom will I never run
We live at His Pleasure
We serve at His Pleasure
At the end all heartbeats
For His Pleasure
All at once &
At last will be gathered!!
SoulSails 