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All Grown Up
Sitting at the Table of Life
Here we are again,just sitting not even
speaking.
Just you and I, what were we thinking?
Two grown-ups now.
Forever lost to time are yesterdays, shadows. Never will we know how.
Soon we will get up from this place, walking away.
Stopping perhaps, to ponder, why it is we can never look back? Who did stray?
Youth was fleeting, it is but a dark memory.
When did the flower of youth run away, was it but a story?
Can the clock really be turned back, we ask ourselves silently in our mind.
Then we glance to are side, as our shadow answers with pride,"you have crossed over the line..."
Laughing now, your shadow walks away into the night.
You watch in surprise, in fright...
The shadow has taken the last of your youth away, memories and all...
The grown-up shadow walks down the hall.
Taking a seat now, "the new shadow" that is you, says "How do you do?"
Shaking your head you suddenly remember, the past is lost to you.
Wondering how it was that "the shadow" of youth has so suddenly fled.
An adult, it is you that sits at the table unspeaking, so it is said.
Glancing at "the shadow that" is you, suddenly you have a clue.
One day youth will return to you.
Sadly when youth returns to you, an adult you will be...
The mind now wanders as "the shadow" that is you begins to rise, soon to leave...
Ushering in the child that was you, "the grown-up shadow" speaks...
"The secret lies in front of you..." Rising "the shadow" leaves before you have found what it is you seek.
Lingering but a moment at the table, you find you are suddenly full.
Pushing away, you feel the table gently pull...
But weary are you, it is time to rise, with shadow this time...
Glancing back, you see no one sits at the table, spent are all the dimes.
Taking hold of "the shadow" that was you, it is time to walk out the door.
Walking through the door you'll never pass this was no more.
Rising with "the shadow" you see the table in the distance.
The past is lost, life has faded, to heaven you proceed in a tight romance.
Love has taken hold.
To go back could be done, not, not even by the bold.
Now the story of life has been told,
How long will you sit at "the table of life" before your substance molds.
How soon with "the shadow" that is you, walk through this world, before it is your time?
Soon you will know the answer to this rhyme.
To Heaven you may not go.
If you have taken the time to seek the saviour at "life's table" then you may know.
There will be no defeat, if you have accepted the free gift, while at "the table."
Your soul, your heart you know, can be stable.
To hell you may go.If at "the table" you have turned away.
From the only one who could your passage pay.
Come what may at the table we all must grow.
Shadows linger, shadows watch, wondering on which road we will go.
All grown-up, you look around the table...
No one sits beside you, only one stands in front of you waiting...
Your answer are you able, are you ready.
His eyes, never waver, waiting for you to accept Him already.
By force is not His way.
As you sit and play games at "the table" tears are streaming.
There is no other way. You are not dreaming...
The time has come for you to make your choice, what will it be?
Did you not know it was for you He died.
It is for you the tears have been cried.
Accepting him is easy to do.
But no one can do it for you.
Time is growing short, the lights around your "table" will soon grow dim.
Will you not accept the free gift that can only be given by Him.
He loved you enough to die,
He will carry you safely to a heavenly home, but your soul to Him must be tied.
There is no other way, no other name.
It is for you that be came.
The grown-up is rising to leave,
Soon walking through eternities door, what door will it be?
Childhood is past,
The time for playing is long past...
The choice my friend...
is really yours alone in the end.
Just you and I, what were we thinking?
Two grown-ups now.
Forever lost to time are yesterdays, shadows. Never will we know how.
Soon we will get up from this place, walking away.
Stopping perhaps, to ponder, why it is we can never look back? Who did stray?
Youth was fleeting, it is but a dark memory.
When did the flower of youth run away, was it but a story?
Can the clock really be turned back, we ask ourselves silently in our mind.
Then we glance to are side, as our shadow answers with pride,"you have crossed over the line..."
Laughing now, your shadow walks away into the night.
You watch in surprise, in fright...
The shadow has taken the last of your youth away, memories and all...
The grown-up shadow walks down the hall.
Taking a seat now, "the new shadow" that is you, says "How do you do?"
Shaking your head you suddenly remember, the past is lost to you.
Wondering how it was that "the shadow" of youth has so suddenly fled.
An adult, it is you that sits at the table unspeaking, so it is said.
Glancing at "the shadow that" is you, suddenly you have a clue.
One day youth will return to you.
Sadly when youth returns to you, an adult you will be...
The mind now wanders as "the shadow" that is you begins to rise, soon to leave...
Ushering in the child that was you, "the grown-up shadow" speaks...
"The secret lies in front of you..." Rising "the shadow" leaves before you have found what it is you seek.
Lingering but a moment at the table, you find you are suddenly full.
Pushing away, you feel the table gently pull...
But weary are you, it is time to rise, with shadow this time...
Glancing back, you see no one sits at the table, spent are all the dimes.
Taking hold of "the shadow" that was you, it is time to walk out the door.
Walking through the door you'll never pass this was no more.
Rising with "the shadow" you see the table in the distance.
The past is lost, life has faded, to heaven you proceed in a tight romance.
Love has taken hold.
To go back could be done, not, not even by the bold.
Now the story of life has been told,
How long will you sit at "the table of life" before your substance molds.
How soon with "the shadow" that is you, walk through this world, before it is your time?
Soon you will know the answer to this rhyme.
To Heaven you may not go.
If you have taken the time to seek the saviour at "life's table" then you may know.
There will be no defeat, if you have accepted the free gift, while at "the table."
Your soul, your heart you know, can be stable.
To hell you may go.If at "the table" you have turned away.
From the only one who could your passage pay.
Come what may at the table we all must grow.
Shadows linger, shadows watch, wondering on which road we will go.
All grown-up, you look around the table...
No one sits beside you, only one stands in front of you waiting...
Your answer are you able, are you ready.
His eyes, never waver, waiting for you to accept Him already.
By force is not His way.
As you sit and play games at "the table" tears are streaming.
There is no other way. You are not dreaming...
The time has come for you to make your choice, what will it be?
Did you not know it was for you He died.
It is for you the tears have been cried.
Accepting him is easy to do.
But no one can do it for you.
Time is growing short, the lights around your "table" will soon grow dim.
Will you not accept the free gift that can only be given by Him.
He loved you enough to die,
He will carry you safely to a heavenly home, but your soul to Him must be tied.
There is no other way, no other name.
It is for you that be came.
The grown-up is rising to leave,
Soon walking through eternities door, what door will it be?
Childhood is past,
The time for playing is long past...
The choice my friend...
is really yours alone in the end.
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