First Life

Perfect imperfection — beautiful disorder… Grace
Ladder leading to nothing — bliss and primordial space
Here are footprints of the future present past
Here are the seeds of questions not yet asked
What is it? Where is it? When is it real first life?
Should it be nature in line to claim the right?
What is it? Where is it? When is it real first life?
Only a sleeper in time dare brave the night…
Here in the chaos chasm lies the dust that will be God someday
Innocence molded to purpose — given soul and a sword to lead a faith
Here is truth as yet untainted by Word
Here is reason to whole to be heard…
What is it? Where is it? When is it real first life?
Should it be nature in line to claim the right?
What is it? Where is it? When is it real first life?
Only a sleeper in time dare brave the night…