As fleeting as it is,
For clear blue skies turn to grey,
and darkness soon embrace,
As fertile ground,
Become desolate,
As governed becomes a disjointed mess,
I will give no less,
Of what had been established from days of old,
Of what the faithful held unmoved,
Like solid rock,
Firm amid the shaken,
Still amid the sinking,
For reality to be culminated,
In a single act of sacrifice,
Upon this obedience becomes a willing chorus,
For the hope of what redemption brings as it is infused with the reality of resurrection.
