whats the hurry?

i like people that form paths

it takes courage to take steps

to where no one has ever walked

see it first,

for yourself

maybe you were pushed into the

outgrown, unknown fields

mix of different flowers

different weeds

with the wisdom to seperate

the thorns 

under your feet

you had no other choice

but to walk away

because you have learned to

choose what is worth the pain

pain, 

when suffering well,

can be turned into wisdom

just watch that it tastes good,

there is no worth in a fruit that

is too bitter to eat

both are thrown away

knowledge will cease

what will stay?

all things are worthless,

except to love

i will continue choosing that

even if it has to take distance

to guard a heart from devil's resistance

i find comfort in that,

even if in the seen,

you seem to walk alone

there is someone in the unseen

who walks with you,

who has made Himself known

in the cross, 

having His arms wide open

welcoming you home

i don't mind it taking time

walking through the different scenery

because i know you are there

the light to my feet

where i end up,

i already know

but while i wait for the end to begin

if you say i have to go somewhere here

i will go

through the valleys,

the shadow of death,

even in the storm,

in You i can find rest

sometimes i find myself

in the dark pit

yet even there,

i know

you will let me live

there is no darkness too deep

for you to reach me

even though sometimes

i get fooled and tempted

to believe that you can't see me

and i fall deeper into the ways of men

the death of sin

it stings

hurts

burns

leaves nothing but ashes

yet again,

from ashes we can rise, 

you take us towards the sky

i know

your grace will wash me clean

and i can find new strenght

and courage 

to continue in faith

i must believe

when i walk past

the ancient ruins

letting out a prayer

"i hope someone else will remember"

what matters

when there is no more time for 

"see you later"

what was important in the 

beginning,

that has been shown

Dear God,

You let your love be known

but now for the most

its a mirror

that is blurry

i gaze at the roads

i see the people,

rushing in masses

"what is the hurry?"

my time has been set

in the heavens

in that, i can rest

but i still have to know my 

conquest

i can't forget

get entagled, caught,

in the spiders web

like the butterfly 

who was born,

but almost couldn't fly

because the spider,

seeing the butterflies process,

took it's time to cast around it his web

so the butterfly would never reach it's destiny in the sky

but then came the misty morning,

the rain exposed the spiders secret place

now the burtterfly knew where to fly,

without getting entagled

and eaten alive