What I lose each passing minute
What I lose each passing minute
Is a sense of the divine
As my hairline slowly recedes
Like the lonesome evening tide
What I lose each passing minute
Is the sense I’m still right here
That I matter and have a voice
Just waiting for someone to hear
What I lose each passing minute
Is the sense this world wants me
As I find my currency devalued
My opinions slowly mute
What I lose each passing minute
Is a sense that people care
If I’m still alive or dead
Or hanging by a thread
No matter.
What I gain each passing minute
Is the fact that I am moving closer
To what awaits me beyond
The beautiful horizon
What I gain each passing minute
Is a stronger clearer voice
More certitude and fortitude
No matter others’ choice
What I gain each passing minute
Is a sense of the divine
As this messed-up world slowly recedes
Like noonday into fatal night
What I gain each passing minute
Is the sense of who truly cares
They won’t wait to reach out to me
They will be there whenever I’m in need
(and me them)
What we lose and what we gain
With each and every passing minute
Is ultimately in the hands of God
Don’t believe me? Wait and see.
Powerfully expressed. Accurately summarized.