Man, born of a woman; 
He can not help himself,
without God.

He can only wait at the
edge of the vanity of life
he names

and boasts in such
illusions for awhile

Because this song is
not an endless tale.

drama will fade into thin air.

Someday, he will helplessly
slip into the abyss of death

And he will come to terms
with that reality he bought

that we were not born to be
self-sufficient but to
subscribe to the true life
from God,

Which is in Christ Jesus
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You will hear the inspiration, the invitation of the future. When he comes get yourself out of the procrastinate seat

He comes every day. Your ear must be in the moment, detached from the woes and wins of yesterday

Your woes undermine your conviction to fly and your wins make you feel you’ve already arrived

Both are enemies. Don’t listen to them. Set your gaze like flint and pilgrim with the air to the unknown heights

A future awaits you