The clock is ticking,
Everywhere they're starting their cars
Combustion within, and all around us.
Something's burning, giving fuel to our possessions;
Could it be the heat from the flame,
that soon by many will be attained?
Already it kindles in our overfilled stomachs,
and poverty titled mansions.
We're striving for a better life,
Yet life,
does not come from comfort...
"Truly sir, you must be brief, I have 1 million things to do, and I cannot decline the hasteful pace for which I have set my heart upon."
Yet all the Lord asks of us,
"Don't be afraid; Just believe."
So as the rains come, and not from our clouds above,
The storms that rise up all around us,
from the ones we hold closest to our hearts;
When these times come
and the torrent winds are dividing the ground
we spent our life’s work to stand on...
The mud will form and you might realize,
The man they call, "Christ",
His words held much worth.
He came to show us how to be,
More than Animated Dirt.
Submission Name: Animated Dirt
