Life is oft termed, a book, or production;
neither of which, tells what it’s about;
I’ve served my time; since my induction;
and now, I want to find the way out.
I remain in a constant state of penitance;
for any ill thoughts, I’ve ever performed;
but, feel tho I’m serving a life sentence;
even though, I believe I’ve reformed.
Life is much more than surface perception;
deeper truths are hidden, within;
it always involves a form of rejection;
causing new life to begin.
Whatever that offense might be;
I feel I’ve become life’s quarry;
not knowing, what might set me free;
within, I’m eternally sorry.
I sought to be my own master in life;
mounting the true Master’s throne;
bringing unending sorrows and strife;
I can never be the master, alone.
Now I’m aware of the complete futility;
of facing life’s challenges, alone;
with the Master, is peace and tranquility;
so long as He’s on His throne.
Now, clearly within the Master’s sight;
He was my quarry; and now I’m His;
for, only He, can make wrongs right;
and, only the Master forgives.