(26/5/1982 / Bendigo, Australia)

Forever Yours

Life, it seems to pass me by
I close my eyes to meditate
And open then to find again
The friends, the times are all loose change

The how of which this all forged on
While I, oblivious still stood
May be aligned, in paler shades
To One, Unchanging Triune Lord

So it would seem as pallid ghosts
An echo of true life to come
Are clearer visible in shade
Contrasting as with night, the sun

And when this Son is clearly viewed
With Abram’s kind reflecting bright
The things of earth, their glory dimmed
Are darkness to this perfect light

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