This constant subjected to time
All have lived born of a woman
From the womb to the tomb
Presented to time in our gestation
We've all experienced it
Subjects to it, imprisoned by it
It sleeps with me, awakes to me
You're the first thing I see
The last when I lie, in hope to be
Daily, we are not the same
For we die daily, slowly, inevitably
This shell we are housed, in which we came
Got a name, yet still see it
Got a game, yet still feel it
In our minds, even our consciousness
Held captive by you, what's else to do
We rejoice in this, the curtain of time
While slowly closing, will give way
To reveal a grander stage; one fine day
A brighter day, soon to come
Time will step into, swallowed by eternity
This mortal caressed by immortality
This corruptible, embraced in incorruption
This shell, shaken off, for a glorious body
The earth from which we came
Formed, fashioned, uniquely me
Destined to live an eternity
A change came my way, a fateful day
Conceived in sin, locked in
A circadium resides in this temple
Defaced in time, awaits for the sublime
Unzipped to free this, by grace
Unleashed to see His face
I'll look ahead, never back
I'll never lack; my change has finally come!
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.