My Life by Theirs

Many cause my appearance to pale
It fades into the shadows of evening.
My life by theirs seems stale.
All see God as we head to evening.

Their life burns brightly before us
Leaving an unforgettable image
We cannot remove from our sight.
It drives us to our knees to shame us.
Indelible, a lasting image
Burns in our hearts through the lonely night.
Folding to our knees, He stands before us.
The day seared forever, a lasting image.
He carries us through the long fight.

All children of dust
Holding out His hand, giving life
His arms around us, tears melting the dust
We give Him forever, all we have, this life.


As God Speaks
Patrick Levi Whiteley
June 23, 2009