Fleeting whisper

How fleeting is the whisper of a dying wind
As the fallen words of our wise father, laid fallow on our broken sins
How quickly now our thoughts are lost, seized viciously by fantasies
Or left dormant beneath frantic lives, between diversion and our apathy
While life endures, within us wars, the search for where our purpose hides
The lie we pull across our eyes,
Belies the truth, however wise
The hate sown by the enemy, casts doubt on truth and what is seen
But count the cost, and counter-wise, retrace your steps to seek and find
Be not blind, to He who calls, for in His will, is wisdom born

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