Concerning an Anti-Salvation

From what great depths can a hero rise?

How can canticles divine be sung,
when redemption can be obtained by even the most unwise?
A man wants to make a mark, a story to tell
A reversal if you will; from heaven to hell
An anti-salvation achieved in rough spots
Why does he wish to play the part of a pirate,
Wrapped in the cloak of a life he can’t lead?
Oh what twisted thinking can do to a boy
Who longs to be longed for
And pines for an absent day
For indeed that is what he is
The youth- a pile of malleable clay
Fashioned one way, and then another
Swaying in the grasp of multiple arms
As he bakes in the sun
His thoughts begin to solidify
What has he become now that time has left its mark?
How much room is there left to change,
for one who’s life is a lump of hardened clay?

Godspeed to the water and the working agent
Cling to the streams that let us move freely
Don’t stray far, for you’ll soon dry out
Remember your maker, remember your deeds
You could do nothing, yet deserve everything
Don’t long for a path you can’t afford to walk
Rejoice in your proper place
He has a plan that will unfold in good time
Until then be patient and walk it with grace.