Life

Composed By: Michael Jensen



Sometimes life seems like a dream;

Falling into a hectic regime

Numbing ourselves to the pain

Grasping for a handhold in vain,

What are we trying to gain?


In a deep chasm

Slipping, falling

Ashamed to admit that we need help;

Not yet ready to submit,

Yet we know nothing else to do!

Pressure building up inside us

Trapped and doomed

Something’s not right

What else is there to do?

Suddenly, in an instant, the world is against you,

Hate building up like steam in a kettle

Any wrong ever done you flashing ominously;

Flaming, Hating

What’s there left to do?

Explosion is inevitable,

You’re out of control.

Transformation is instantaneous;

From love to hate,

Confidence to fear,

Contentment to anger,

Saint to monster.

Anger so drastic you’re afraid of yourself;

You suddenly realize there is no way out!

But you can’t live this way;

Not with such hate.

It is no one’s fault but your own, they say;

It’s all inside you.

But how can that be, when there’s no escape?

No door out,

Not a thing you can do.

The situation is hopeless, simply crushing you.


All these things flash through your mind;

Worsening the predicament

You desperately need external help;

All pride is crushed.

Falling to your knees, you utter the words

“Lord, I need help!”

Then wonderful peace,

Covering you like a flood.

Drowning in the mercy, the sweet release,

All through the help of your savior’s blood.

He took your place in the judgment,

His love for your hate,

His mercy for your anger,

His death for your life.

Jesus’ blood filled the cracks of your short-comings,

The most un-equal trade ever made.

But suddenly you know,

And now are content,

That Life is not fair.