Under the heavenly skies,
We fell from grace.
Ashamed and broken
Humanity hides its face.
Looming threats of disaster lie ahead
The time-span, lengthening of this world
In which we will soon be dead.
Will I see a kingdom of perfection?
Will I see the Lord’s place?
Will I be seated at the table
Or just beyond the gates?
You say, “Don’t despair!”
But I’m lost from home.
Home is nowhere.
Open the gate for me, my friend!
Let another moment not pass.
Beginning, middle, ending
None of it will last.