My life is like the reflection of a man
The idol of the idols
who flies right through the skies as the most High
the guy I often write about
I see him in the production of some men
and feel him in the sunset
and women but it’s meant to be a sign
to listen while he’s judging them
I have abundance
but still want a lot more
Everything’s up in the air
and nothing’s stopped
There’s no closure
but goes on and on
And I’m so hungry
delighting only in the law
The Bible is the biography of that man
the Writer made that happen
Some signage for the thousandth, millionth time
The Book is for us, travelers
No looking for a good story
I’m fortunate to find my hero
I’ve finally found him: Jesus
The Sabbath is a commandment to reflect
The Master’s time is precious
and actions are all measured in his sight
No working, it’s a resting day
For our tests he’s our rest
And the best! I’ve been blessed
All glory and honor to him because
of all of the things that I’ve witnessed
I’m going with the greatest man in history
I notice every day as he witnesses to me
A whisper, the Lifter of my head
All knowing, for that place, it’s him who did it