All Things

Everything was on my case to chase me to an early grave Masterminded by the one who blinded us to run for hell So everywhichway that I turned still led and drove me to despair Perverse, ill-fated like a rat with dogs in hot pursuit no matter where for only death was reigning there Then upended shone upon and brought up short I was caught by love said yes confessed the name, the best and the rest is a negative undone I can not find a path that does not lead me to the Son and everything conspires in his plan to count me in a picture to be shown of how he’s won And what was but a morbid game is packed into a corner of the frame 8.00