a day hit the earth like any other day..
when a little child went out to play..
but little did he know of the great dismay
which was lurking ahead..

ready to pounce and ready to seize..
ready to choke, that he'd cough and wheeze..
that all he might think of.. might be to please..
the fibers which so beckoned..

fibers deep within which flamed and burned..
which so thoroughly must be spurned..
fires which his heart so thoroughly yearned..
to quench and yet to please..

what would the firey wrenching within..
dare to take from him.. as his heart in the din..
desired to lay hold of the putredest sin..
and take of the poisonous flow..

not of the pleasure ordained from the start..
not from the joys which we all dared depart..
but from the fountain which pulled us apart..
from the one who did give us our lives..

how did he wonder.. how did it cry..
how did his heart plead unto the sky..
saying "why be there such a fool as I.."
 "why be I so hardship filled..?"

 "why is it that all the pain dares to surge.."
 "with such intensity.. as satan did forge.."
 "why did I dare to upon his fruit gorge.."
 "when all that I needed He had?"

 "when all of the pleasure and all of the peace.."
 "all of the hardship might one day cease.."
 "if I would to dare, of this poison, release.."
 "yet how?"  he quieted.. "

 then...
out of the quiet.. grew a still voice..
filling the void which was black by his choice..
warming the heart which was so filled with noise..
and softening every blow..

touching the depths of his pains every way..
filling the hardship of all his dismay..
and blanketing wounds which he'd had to this day..
helping them finally to heal..

touching each scar and softening blows.. 
holding his heart as only a friend knows..
quieting all of the worldly throes..
that he might finally rest..

mayhaps not forever.. as yet to stay..
yet to take leave of the pain for a day..
that on the morrow.. might continue his way..
searching for all that is true..

seeking the light which fills all from within..
seeking the fire which destroys all that din..
and which leads us to tomorrow.. that we might begin..
to plant again in His field..

that on the day when He comes fresh and new..
we all can partake.. of the peace like the dew.. 
and relax as in triumph.. we are made new..
as the days of the world's curse ends.