Golden Days

From where did we all came from?

What birthed our making mark?

'Twas from a spark pre-summoned;

Stroked flint by futures wondering,

Where were our flames-to see a fires start...

Leafing down rays-of sun we found might,

Now captured in days-all shadows we'd climb.

Many pathways we made-each one of more strife,

Was this our fate-puppets, shackled to time?

Whence comes escape, from graves-into we dived?

In one, as all-we walked, as the one-In all did walk,

Muddled in confusion, we each-from one, took part.

Guided by a hand undone-all formed a separate flock,

Thinking now-we had all won, ships set sail to dock-

Though we forgot in our rush, to give one back it's shards...

A cross he gave-with sacrifice, that we may see our sin.

By his grace, a master-wise, descended to our midst.

All to take, his teachings-tried, shall see their evil cringe.

Souls give shapes-cunning design, to test the infinite.

Hearts remake-prisms divine, restoring him our image...

Here we stand today-

Broken through the haze,

And I can truly say-

These are the glory days...