The Maker

^{DAVID W. M., IOWA}

The sound of silence deafening . . . as I await the final reckoning
All I am you brought to be . . . what is it you want from me?
Emptiness surrounding me . . . so much that I cannot breathe
I no longer have the will to be . . . why can’t you just set me free?

Future dreams that were so grand . . . birds in the bush—not in the hand
No one seems to understand . . . this is not what I had planned
Why is it you came for me . . . and hung there on a lifeless tree?
Is this what you came to see . . . the long-awaited end of me?

Walk upon the road you paved . . . that leads you to an open grave
Lay inside the bed you made . . . and know this time you won’t be saved
Welcome to your destiny . . . behold your final victory
This is what you longed to be . . . put out of your misery

One moment is our history . . . the future is now and still to be
The now is all will ever be . . . forever throughout eternity
All that was and is to be . . . now and to infinity
Incarnate is eternity . . . suspended on a lifeless tree

Listen as the songbird sings . . . the spirit whispers sacred things
In the loneliness that darkness brings . . . hidden is the King of Kings
The essence of divinity . . . united with humanity
Behold the greatest mystery . . . the maker of both you and me