The relentless whisper telling tales in the night.
Weren’t the laughs and smiles much brighter then?
I know a boy who heard God speak.
Do those too few words carry him past the night.
The voices are many now he explains, and all imposters.
Knowing the truth yet reaching for lies.
Weren’t the thoughts and flowers much sweeter then?
Repent, repent I cry, and yet before the tears can dry, I ask, are You the One?
The flood is past, the fire to come.
Then the whisper… Weren’t the nights so much shorter then.
This cold sin life, owning death, our only promise.
Life like sand, worn by time.
The days drag on. The years fly by.
None worthy, made common by sin.
None worthy, seeing my soul I weep.
No second chances, only Faith’s hand offered, that this life to become the shadow of the next.