The Transient

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 Impede.