How long, how long Lord?
The cry of your beloved son!
My spirit loathes my whole state.
Drunkenness is like dross—
the dissipation of strength and dignity.
Between You and me, I feel as though a bridge exist.
May the bridge collapse and not be rebuilt,
may its ruins pulverize and its ground becomes Synergy!
May Synergy become a memorial and a name to You forever.
Where are You, From Everlasting to Everlasting?
I am searching!
To You I’ve made many petitions and
sometimes I feel as though greed is eating me up.
Just one word from You, just one time to hear Your voice,
yet I still can’t be satisfied nor can I get too much of You!
If I lust for anything in this world at all,
let it be for You my Father.
Of strength I am sapped!
Take away from me drunkenness
and let not deep sleep lay hold of me.
Sluggishness—let it not have dominion over me,
grant me understanding.
Misery tossed me like a whirlwind into
three dimensional dreams,
my composure and growth was carted away by the tempest.
Grant me wisdom which I lust for,
that I may know how to redeem time.
At the break of the dawn, I saw it!
The length of which traversed the zenith
and devoured beyond my horizon,
I was caught off guard due to slothfulness,
It rained on me confusion,
anxiety ran wild like venom,
knocked down below ready to be extinguished;
I sought for the backyard of life as an escape,
domains of my countenance was grimaced—
epitome of head down in the street.
I’m human not a plant, yet my head
was south like a bulrush, withered like a plant.
Everywhere I turned I heard ‘welcome, welcome’
Into the deadness of death!
I sought for a birthday into a new realm.
Free-falling, I went from depth to depth
as though beyond the earth crust.
Pulled up! Pulled up!
21 guns salute for him who went,
who saw, and who conquered!
Singings of angels on high,
shouts of hallelujah resonates never terminating,
how Lord?
From where You pulled me, how did You do it?
It has never been done before—
no man has ever achieved this fit.
With a long and mighty arm I was pulled up.
You just made me a General deserving 21 guns salute,
you just won for me battle of the deep.
You just made me victorious and more than a conqueror,
but then now I’ve tasted of You and
I just can’t get enough,
pull me up I pray thee to Your citadel of glory
that surpasses my imaginations,
let not my soul find a place to rest in quagmire!
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