First Beginnings


The past, the future; bitter- sweet and no story any truer

One time, one chance; to take what is there a little further

Counting the time passing by as the dust falls together

Only to be fooled into something worth the lesser


Tormented by what has been worn in side

It can no longer be kept, no longer confined

Passionately bursting from heart and mind

From the highest love washing over all mankind


Developing at birth once again like before

Changing the deepest spirit, the root, the core

Singing out praises to the One I greatly adore

Wishing for nothing but wanting Him more


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