THE LANGUAGE OF THE RAPTURE 2 : SAME WORLD, DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS/ - TopicsExpress



          

THE LANGUAGE OF THE RAPTURE 2 : SAME WORLD, DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS/ DESTINATIONS/DESTINIES Dont congratulate yourself yet, We were not competing, I was never an opponent, Never a co-contestant, I am a sojourner, a passer-by A traveler on a long journey Going to a distant land You are in your land Within your community Our target destinations vary Our set goals so different. Where you set out to go to You have reached The trophy I run for, The wages I seek, The pay pack I expect, Is not the one you think. We may look alike, Enter the same struggle, Work the same place Fight for the same market, Receive the same insults, Follow the same rules at work. But that is all it seems That is all you see, That is the much you care to see. Both of us work in the same field We will both be taken At different times Or the same time But where we are taken Is where we wanted to be It is our choice Made with wit or not We may be spouses, Sleeping on the same bed, Raising the same children, But still have different destinations When am taken I am taken to where I was going When you are taken It will be to wherever you have chosen So dont celebrate too much The race is not yet ended The competition not yet over The umpires whistle is not yet heard The wreath-giver is not yet seated The wreath is not yet on your neck Check what you have put on as wreath How precious? How enduring? What benefits? Your comrades may mock me May ridicule my claim to a throne My joy over my homeland You may make me a crown of thorns Robe me with purples of deprivation And build me a throne on Golgotha Yet my life is beyond your sword My crown beyond your reach My robe beyond your imagination My throne beyond your dreams You may point at my deprivations Celebrate my lack Jeer at my temporary sorrow Toss your head at my lowliness Drink over my mortal fate The Lord laughs at them The Most High laughs them to scorn Wait till the thrones are razed And the Highest Throne alone stands When the Umpire-King sits Then the honor roll shall be called The winners shall emerge The wise shall be decorated Then difference will be clear The scale shall fell off your eyes And warm you put on as crown Shall be seen by you And be evernally yours
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 09:35:56 +0000

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