Passive To Active

Those everlasting tedious activities from dawn to dark, manifest no future. My withering senses aging from tick-to-tock on my limited life, "God awaken thee from thy slumber, for else there is still to wonder." I shall emerge with pencil and paper... "God-Given" utensils to draw my destiny. Shall wisdom and spirit stand together, hand-in-hand? For yet I'm as concrete as a lump could be. Given hope not under Congress ,but from "He" himself. So forth many shall call me triumphant, learned in the later-to-come. For he who has fallen once shall climb no more on passive rocks ,but swim with moving water.