A vessel without purpose
Hands without work
A beautiful mind atrophying
Something within longing to be birthed
Day in day out the clock ticks; it’s all circular
Round and round it all goes, starting where you stopped
Onwards and upwards, arriving right back where you started
What is the purpose of life?
Wading through the muck and the mire
Won’t you please remind me
What is the point of existence?
On and on it goes; it’s all déjà vu
Rising to fall to rise again
Phoenix from the ashes
Methinks the phoenix exists to burn and rise in turn
Hope refuses to die
Stubbornly, it rises when it has no reason to
Peace grabbed hold of this vessel, won’t let go
A soul searching for something beyond itself
There has to be much more to it all
It refuses to give up much as it wants to
It was birthed for something more
The soul knows this deep within
Unshakeable hope and peace rising to take a stand
But why rise?
Why keep putting one foot in front of the other?
On and on it goes; it’s all déjà vu
Rising to fall to rise again
Phoenix from the ashes
Methinks this life was set upon a rollercoaster
Destined to ride until the clock runs out
Or was it? Was it really?
Clock, who are you? What is your power?
Destiny, to whom do you answer?
Why should a life answer to you?
All bow to a greater King, the King of kings
He provides a vessel its purpose
Hands find their work in Him
On and on it goes, into eternity
Rising to greater heights, upwards into glory
About the author
Flo Boora
Jesus follower, lover of life, story teller, adventurer, foodie, natural-born motivator, perpetual learner.
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