I'm moving thru, just moving thru,
my time is short, this time with you.
We press ahead, see and feel,
but Earthly realm is not all that's real.
Urgently I sense my need
to seek His wisdom, and faith with speed.
The final foe to fight will come,
and flight from home of flesh is done.
Those before I envy so,
whom did firm hold and fought the foe.
They took the Word, His word stood true,
a shield so firm at battles debut.
So days go by and seasons turn
and more the days I crave to learn
of soul's immortal blessed need,
to soak in supernal axioms,
and let naught this transient soul
Copyright © HighWave Brian | Year Posted 2017
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