This life rocks to and fro as a ship
on the inimical waters of the ocean.
There is no rest for thee out there
with the ship in constant motion.
I consigned my life to you
in the annus mirabilis of my youth,
And everyday after I found new lies,
but only through You came truth.
When the trumpets sound
The dead will rise.
Which thou I have found
From my eternal demise.
I would tell the world of His greatest majesty
as the wing'ed seriphs did sing.
My heart and soul are ambivalent
to whether those bugles of God will one day ring.
This path has addled me in the gospel truths
whether I will ever happen upon life with thee.
I say that I cannot abide by my own statutes
lest I may not walk into the gates of eternity.
When the trumpets sound
The dead will rise.
Which thou I have found
From my eternal demise.