RELENTLESS

The relentless march of long slow hours -

What do we have? What is this fate of ours?

We drown in an ever-flowing sea of fun.

Is that all there is - frolicking in the sun?

With endless toys and games we are smitten.

Underneath, Death is always hidden.

We avert our gaze from the grand and ugly fact.

Hours and days seem slow, no need to act.

But the truth cannot be so easily hid-

Paint, drugs and blind hope will not rid.

Deceptive and evil are the minutes and seconds

Before we know it, the end inevitably beckons.

Twenty years, a blink of an eye, decades history.

Caught off guard, we marvel at the mystery.

But what do we do to redeem the days?

What can last, when all else fades away?

The days and weeks and months and years

Gone.  We are left with our own weakness and fears.

We look back, where did it all go?

We thought we had forever, what did we know.

Walking dead men, our days we fritter away. 

But there is no doubt, we all return to clay.

Fractured, cracked and broken, we live our lives.

Fighting against where time ultimately drives.

Only through One can we triumph over Death.

Only through Him can we live past our final breath.

He alone has conquered the cold lonely grave.

It is only in Him can our dreary lives be saved.

His life covers our weak and pale attempt.

His death instead of ours, we are exempt.

Rising from the grave removes death's sting.

What love untold, what eternal blessing brings.