As I stand (rough draft)

As I stand before the Eve of Dawn, I stop to absorb the beauty that surrounds me.

Knowing like most beauty, it will soon fade and go dark with furry.

As I stand before this raging river that's jumped it's course, I appreciate the creativity of GOD.

For no matter how many roads or houses we will build, I know HE reigns above all.

As I stand before the base of a once raging mountain, I feel as little more than a speck of sand.

The unlimited rage bottled inside it's core, is but a minor reflection of GODS power.

As I stand before it's path of destruction, I appreciate how truly fragile our world is.

Yet only years later, life again flourishes and grows, blossoming into a renewed beauty.

As I stand before his ocean, I remember the strength and furry it cast upon us with no warning.

That he may draw others to him, to remember all these things that must come to pass, as proof.

As I stand before this chaotic world, led in greed and divided by fear, I hold true Lords promises.
Prophecies of a world birthing in pain, prepping humanity for the ultimate war, unification disguised as survival.

As I stand after the night of thieves, I can see the worlds anger and pain, confusion and helplessness.
Standing! Fighting to remain an Eagle! In a world where only sheep can live, I will succeed.

As I inevitably stand before my Lord, I will do so as a sinner unworthy of his love or compassion.

Yet he will forgive me, for I may not have always lived for him, but I'll have died for him.

I wrote this poem quite a while back and just recently found it. Funny, I forgot all about this one, but it rings more true now than when I wrote it.