I am hanging in the balance
At a place we call mankind
Between the wisdom of the heart
And the reason of my mind
A cross is here for me to carry
The thorns for me prescribed
And every nail that pierce my hand
Has life's reality inscribed
I bow my head in humble prayer
My burdens won't get worse
But to every gift from heaven
The devil adds his curse
I sail through troubled waters
In a faint and fading light
And the beacons they are few
In the dark and empty night
I knock upon that door within
And try to find myself
To bring out that which saves me
And gives wholeness to my Self
For every autumn leaf that falls
A new life starts to climb
For every mind that dies to Self
The Kingdom's bells will chime
Copyright © 2009 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Göran Gustafsson
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