Metanoia


God I ask this question of thee for you alone can see my destiny.
To be or not to be? This is the question inside of me
But oh the answer is not clear to see, it eludes me.
The answer I so desire to give but woe for this incessant thought
Will I live to be.But ought I to wonder of mortality
while still before me lies eternity, to See.
So fleeting is the time at hand as I live and grapple in this
foreign land Wanting good but doing bad, while struggling,
Not to be. Because althought I can see, I have no vision.
Willing to do anything to make a living cause it's all about me,
you see. But Oh God, then something began happening in me
and in-visioning I began to see what was moments before invisable
to me. And I knew then that in the end I would be thanking Him
For my ability to look within and for His still quiet voice
Offering this glorious choice
To be or not to; Believe and Be-Come!

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