Dear Life ● (Isaiah 55, Hebrews 3:12-15, Isaiah 21) Seek the LORD while He still may be found. Kiss the Prince while He still is uncrowned. Let the wicked give up all of their ways. Make your peace while it’s still called today. Go ask the watchman, “how far gone is the night?”. He sees the morning but then also the night. We are not seeking but asleep once again. Rudely awakened to the season we’re in. I saw shadows of dust and ashes, the lonely gloom of despair, and I was there, I was there. I woke up shaking at pictures painted of words long written beware, and we were there. We were there. We are there. The watchman’s warning and sky-fall forming as we cheer Gomorrah’s repair, but no one cares. No one cares. No one cares. Dear life, am I holding on to dear life? Like a drowning man who clings tight, am I ready? Am I ready to... ● (Proverbs 27:12, Luke 9:23-26, Daniel 5, Matthew 7:13-14) We waited five long years for the sky to fall wondering whether to fear we were fools after all. Did He really speak to me, did I read the signs, or are they just leftover dreams from when I used to get high? If the prudent foresee and hide but fools are blind, then on this side of the fire, which am I? Which am I? If all who seek to save their lives will lose them despite, then on this side of the fire, which am I? Which am I? It’s the dream that haunts my bed. It’s the hand suspended over our heads. It’s the fate that no one sees. It’s the weight that crushes down upon me. It’s the thought that all of it’s just in my mind. It’s just a matter, it’s just a matter of time. Who else can see Your words written on the wall. Is it madness that I still believe I do when there is no one else who does? I keep watching everyday as the signs appear, but life goes on as before it seems for everyone but me. It’s the dream that haunts my bed. It’s the hand suspended over our heads. It’s the fate that no one sees. It’s the weight that crushes down upon me. It’s the cost of the narrow road: to be alone if I do and a fool if I don’t. It’s the thought that all of it’s just in my mind. It’s just a matter of time. It’s just a matter of time. ● (Daniel 12, I Corinthians 15:50-58, I Thessalonians 4:13-18, Revelation, Micah 4:1-5, Matthew 24) Reverse the dust: the change in form but momentary, as we’re gathered up, the bride revealed ‘tween gates so narrow. As He claims His own, whose song surrounds His solitary throne. Woe unto the world, unsealed are famine, plague, and sword. Woe to those unsealed to whom the trumpets sound their peals. Woe unto the world on whom the wrath of God is poured. Woe to those unsealed to whom the Son of God is revealed. In the March of dawn, first the Lamb and last the Lion, in His fullness comes. His eyes ablaze in unveiled glory, and the night departs. Behold Him crowned the bright and Morning Star. We’ll say, lets go up the mountain that He may teach us His holy ways, and we’ll beat our swords into plowshares, and there’ll be peace for a thousand years ● (Revelation 22, Isaiah 60) If you owe me anything, let it be as nothing now. And if I’ve ever caused you pain, may I make it up somehow. May I make it up somehow because we’re almost there. You know I’ve had my share of pain and despair, but now we are almost there. Yeah, we are almost done. It hasn’t been always fun. Now the course is all but run. I say we are almost done. See these things I once held dear. They’re not now worth much to me. And all the things we used to fear: they are now quite out of reach. They are now quite out of reach because we’re almost there. Sometimes we might still get scared, yet the worst can’t touch us now because we are almost there. Yeah, we are almost done. Even if you’re just holding on, keep holding and we will overcome because we are almost done. Don’t it feel like a waste of time to set our hearts on this sick and dying world when everything that I crave subsides, but all I need is already mine, already mine, already mine. We are almost there. The road, it is long but fair, and even if we still have a hundred years, we are almost there. We are almost done, soon to feel the warmth of a different Son and forget all about everything underneath this one. We are almost done. If I’ve ever shown you love, if I’ve served you selflessly, it was never me at all: it was always Jesus Christ in me.