When I Become

When I Become

As the tales of life continue to change

Just like the winds of time grow stronger

As I press on, facing the challenges ahead

I gain a great prespective on my life,

It is looking forward, to when I become, Me

Struggles of thee unknown, they cause me to yield

Trials and lessons, bare me down to authority

Strength in my weakness, builds my abilities

From where I am to when I was, time is made profound

In all these I see what I am, what others see

Yet I heed to see what no one else can see,

When I become, Unknown

Taken for granted, my life turned wasteful in spite

Given openly, they took without thanks or thought

Recieved in hesitation, gifts weigh me heavily

Memories everlasting, pulls this old flesh apart

Whether presented, taken, or given, a life is changed

Growing into more, when I become, Nothing

From life of wishes and fantasy, I was raised

From the anger and destruction, I have come

To the world anew and without a name, I changed

To a place of knowledge and generosity, I grew

With the history comes a past, of difference

The difference, when I become, Somebody

Upon a finding on the shores of luxury, I built on sands

Cooled by the winds of springs and sunrises, I glowed in living

Engaging and associating with lives of night and day, I awoke

Filling and dancing, cares faded to the depth, I drifted away

The dreams I counted and awaited, 

Were lived out, when I become, Everything

Sacraficed in love, given to the dogs

Torn by the shame, running to the caves

Taken under the roof of history, memories revolted

In fight, through life, sights dimmed and pain overwhelmed

Divided in past and present, 

Future has much to offer, when I become, Aware

Ravaged and forsaken, I was pick up on last hopes

For in this time help is drained, found without acceptance

Rebelled to the outside, exiled to a life without living

To the gutters I sank, from the sewers I drank

When life escapes, thrist is quenched from nothing

Yet I found I hold the cup of everlasting, when I become, His

Carrying the weight of yesterday, forgiving without forgetting

Teachers of wisdom, gained among the abundant joys of infants
 Babe's found lessons shared, teaching a man lost to infancy

Relinquish the proud, insulting the weiry

A bitter taste and stink, became a priceless and molded treasure

Glowing in delight even in the pastures of muck and fire,
Painted and sculpted a masterpiece I am, when I become, Perfect

Tomorrow has yet to come to pass
So this man lives his time here to give as a servant
Should this life find to waste what it have already lost
Such a being should find guilt for robbery and murder
For it has stolen what is precious and pure
Leaving it, torn and broken to die among the rocks of misery
For I am more, when I become, Less

As my gaze rises upon the glow of angels
Listening in overwhelming joy to praises on high
This servant shall behold his Master, Savior, and God
On their hearts I bare to write a name of this child
As from the ground I came, among the dirt I lived,
I tell you the truth, in the Fountain of Life I will be made clean,
When I Become, God's Promise