Time is a Patient Man

My dad sat me down on the kitchen sink
And told me life is but the dripping of a tap
Well I watched a drop fall and it compelled me to think
Oh the temporality of birth and collapse
As a child the world seemed so slow
But wishing away my years didn’t help me to grow any faster
Have I wasted my youth?
Did the wonder in my eyes begin to dim when I learned the truth
That the sun does not rise
We just follow it around
Perpetually at the same distance
Gravity straps us to the ground
And I know I was born here, but it doesn’t feel like home
Much less does this body feel like mine
I’m sure I just borrowed it
A shell for what’s inside
I was made for eternity yet inhabit time

And there is nothing new under the sun
Everything ends where it has always begun
And though the light lays all thing bare
And discovery sits retired in his favourite chair
There’s something awfully beautiful about being found completely undone

Like a dying man talks about his children
Like Solomon in all his wisdom
Can slip his lament like a noose around my neck
And then turn around and cut me loose
With the most beautiful love song in all of history
I should expect that I am writing
Ramblings about things I am yet to comprehend
As if I was there in the beginning or like the way I pretend
To know about the kingdom and all its ins & outs
Or why the flowers of the field are dressed without a doubt
In such evanescent beauty yet eclipse every king and throne
Why are they so utterly meaningless?
Where is their everlasting home?

Well some say that diamonds are forever
Oh, but I would beg to differ
Because I knew a man who looked upon a lofty structure and said
‘not but one stone will be left on top another’
Not contingent on its radiance
Both the gem & slate are brothers

And there is still nothing new under the sun
No song writ that hasn’t already been sung
And when it’s all said and done
We’ll be holding our hands in unison
Hoping for a better tomorrow that might never come
But what if it does?
All those sleepless night will be made worthwhile in light of the son

Well I’ve had separation anxiety for the last two thousand and sixteen years
And you said you’d be coming quickly
But it’s not to my timing that your schedule adheres
So if you’ll make everything beautiful in it’s own time
Well then it’s about time that
I stop wasting mine and get my priorities in line
Oh God divine!
If you can hear just give me a sign
Speak to me plainly because I’m so tired of trying to figure this all out
And a mirror dimly lit without a doubt
Obscures my vision from seeing face to face
On this side of eternity give me grace
Because all flesh is grass, but you will remain
Alpha, Omega forever the same