Time

Does anyone know the reason? Has anyone deciphered the great-rhyme? Who will stand beside me When it comes my time for dying? A fire, deeply burns In those who dare try to see; Am I in it? Is it in me? Quietly, something walks at my side, What it is I cannot tell; I'd prayed for the heights of heaven, And feared the depths of hell. So much we cannot know. So much we cannot see. Until the light burns away the bonds of darkness, Setting our tattered souls free. So what is the reason Why our hearts cry for, Who will stand up with us... the living... When it is our turn to die? Who can fully know? Who can rightly explain? ALL that is yet to be, Before the Time comes, for our souls to understand reality. Best now to just leave this dream alone. Go and find another. Knowing, Jesus is the Time. And Jesus is my brother.