Forever's Mission

Circling round, around inside,
While pound, pounding pride,
And Deep emotions motion pain,
Tell please, of pleasure’s gain?
It ought naught to fail,
Yet, dreams screaming wail,
And faith’s faithful die.
For, ever seems never nigh.
And men doubt even doubting,
They mock even mocking,
Thus sluring the slurs of times before,
Thus nails, are nailed into the door,
Sealing a coffin, sealed twice for sure,
Feeding the feed frenzied world,
Vestment from vestige hurled.
Vomit of self, self vomited,
Rotting self, lets self rot,
Begotten forgetting He who begot.
He who as savior saved them,
Sinners still sinning from sin,
From our personal perditions,
This all is Forever’s never failing mission.