There is only a fine line
That lies behind
What seems to keep you imprisoned.
There is no wall of stone
That keeps you from being arisen.
The waves you could see no way through,
They sweep you away to a better view
And the fire you believed would consume,
Only clears away for new life to bloom
In death, there is no sting or bite
Only direction to the path that is right.
It is true,
There is a grave within you.
And the pendulum swings deep to bury
But all the more momentum to carry
Through his blood
To freedom and love.
There is restoration for your actions
With equal and opposite reactions,
For even a frown
Is just a smile turned upside down
And just on the horizon in the blink of an eye
His work is finished and a new promise draws nigh.
So whenever you have lost all hope,
When you are at the end of your rope
Remember it is always attached to the tree
That is the source to make you free.
And on that line, his blood flows
So love you can richly know.