THE INFINITE JOURNEY OF TIME
Time; this infinite journey we ride, can be beguiling,
can cause the lips to quiver, the soul to slide,
yet we ride on, no choice but go forth bravely
head held high, as chariots of death march madly
by our side, we shake off all our enemies,
regain our pride, and push forth life with faithful
hearts inside, and raise forth fists beneath nights
star swept sky, remembering that eternals’ do not die,
reclaiming our own victory with our breath,
and shouting from the mountaintops at old death,
we fear no foe nor ugly beast of legion,
for time is ours lo’ even for a season,
on wings of grace we circle lifetimes’ reason
and spread the truth albeit nations treason,
for God is ours and always on our side,
As sunsets gleam beyond this time we ride.
