To gain the whole world and lose your soul is nothing
You ponder and question what life is
What it all amounts to, is there reprieve after all
To lose yourself only to be found at the feet of His mercies is everything
Treading life with caution, hold back the good
Fear restrains your endeavors to reach out
You know not the worth of your love
Whether once rendered out, it will be reciprocated
Countless nights you laid your head on the pillow fathom regrets
Compromises you had to reach to keep your upright heart
The meek shall inherit the earth
Lived all your life in meekness but when will the inheritance come
You live to question the deity and take a humble pie of their disapproval
All your life, you strived and toiled
Tilled unproductive land hoping it could get better later
Here goes the later now, nothing to reap off it
Was too much ambition your undoing
The hope to reign on the cross over robbed you
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