Look up!
If your eyes are always looking down
Your gaze ever on the ground
You hope so dimed by lack of faith
Your mind confused by twisted thoughts
Not from beneath comes the light of day
But from above does one gain grace
So the little things added one by one
Became so heavy you stumble on
The heavy weight is too much to bear
but they are the things you put in the bag
the vanities of life you so enjoyed
have become your albatross it seems
So what now, oh wearied friend
your back is bent from the extra junk
that fills the bag you carry on
you know not why but still it’s yours
Your every step has slowed with age
Your gate once swift now less than a trot
more like a crawl filled with vain thoughts
fears of the night, my friend, you are lost
How long before you look above
There is the light for your dark path
You need a hand from heavens place
an outstretched arms so full of grace
Vain is man’s help, just like one’s self
All men need grace to turn around
before there’s no more breath to breath
And the grim reaper has another guest
For there is more hope for a living dog
than for a dead lion however strong
For hope is too the living soul
that humbly sees his eternal need
For the long bow bends when one is strong
but in the end one hopes for more
than a youthful vigor and a life in store
of vanities worth nothing more than nothing
For then one sees only years ahead
full of rich pasture and wealth to make
Instead you need to examine your goals
eternal value is what comes from above
Vanities will soon come to an end
valued nothing here and nothing above
But the true riches are hidden for us
if we turn to Him and in Him put our trust
For in His is grace and mercy and power
to overcome the grave and death's hold,
to enter new life with the fullness of hope
Wake up while there's time to turn, turn, turn!
If your eyes are always looking down
Your gaze ever on the ground
You hope so dimed by lack of faith
Your mind confused by twisted thoughts
Not from beneath comes the light of day
But from above does one gain grace
So the little things added one by one
Became so heavy you stumble on
The heavy weight is too much to bear
but they are the things you put in the bag
the vanities of life you so enjoyed
have become your albatross it seems
So what now, oh wearied friend
your back is bent from the extra junk
that fills the bag you carry on
you know not why but still it’s yours
Your every step has slowed with age
Your gate once swift now less than a trot
more like a crawl filled with vain thoughts
fears of the night, my friend, you are lost
How long before you look above
There is the light for your dark path
You need a hand from heavens place
an outstretched arms so full of grace
Vain is man’s help, just like one’s self
All men need grace to turn around
before there’s no more breath to breath
And the grim reaper has another guest
For there is more hope for a living dog
than for a dead lion however strong
For hope is too the living soul
that humbly sees his eternal need
For the long bow bends when one is strong
but in the end one hopes for more
than a youthful vigor and a life in store
of vanities worth nothing more than nothing
For then one sees only years ahead
full of rich pasture and wealth to make
Instead you need to examine your goals
eternal value is what comes from above
Vanities will soon come to an end
valued nothing here and nothing above
But the true riches are hidden for us
if we turn to Him and in Him put our trust
For in His is grace and mercy and power
to overcome the grave and death's hold,
to enter new life with the fullness of hope
Wake up while there's time to turn, turn, turn!
Labels: Behold it is high time to turn
posted by Healing Balm at
6:47 PM
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