Like Sphinx Rise From Ashes

On the cusp of stepping into your promised land Listen to the little voice Enjoining you to cling, to hold on for dear life to the hand Of God where your boundless choice Lies in wait to reset your bearing and course To restore, renew the vitality God bestows on you from his divine source Teeming with both quantity and quality Essential to conquer forces that had you blind At work, in your education, in your social circle Where hard you try you slide on to a lemonade rind Crying, sighing, whining, whinging as debacle upon debacle Heaps on you sorrow that knows no thrift Crushing you like a boa constrictor Primed to nullify, magnify, modify and horrify your every shift To the glee swimming on the face of a detractor Until a little voice from within your conscience nudges you To return to the mighty hand of God To plan, design, prepare and begin anew Against the cold odd To recharge your faith battery Fly again despite your broken wing Back to God’s factory Away from the swing of bling and closer to the zing God extends to enable you to rise from ashes like the proverbial sphinx Redesigned, reconfigured, reinvented, reinvigorated, renewed As God’s hand breaks you free from the jinx Where forays into madness had you crushed, smashed, thrashed and stewed.