Eternal Minutes

I Do reach deep down For wizened warm words When wordsmiths drown Human hopes with swords and pen (No pen is mighty, thanks to Eternity) II Things happen that slice your tongues Put your hearts in meat grinders Do reach down, refuse to drown In tribal justice, tribal wars, filthy lucre (The currency where we will be will be Beyond peso and golden penny) III Closer to home, your children are ingrates The disease: life of ease through entitlement Do reach down and up, the overflowing cup Will provide beyond your needs The pure words we mine, turn to seeds Of shalom (That health translated into wealth and well BEING)