The End of Old and a New Begining

I decided to put this up in conjunction with the day a friend left for Johor this morning to serve as a deacon there. Although it was written quite awhile back with a different purpose and meaning in mind, I somehow feel it partially suited for the people, particularly my youth ministry who had depended on him so much.

Thus cometh the end of age,

Yea, the raven’s cry was heard,

So time turned her page,

The old obliterated,

The new birthed,

So mocking glories of the past,

And paved a way for its predecessor,

That latter may have its chance.

Then, in its height of accomplishment,

Will rise another faction,

The world welcomes this new occupant,

And so a tale is recycled.

What then will come off that age?

Who then will make the page?

Then pass his time; will it fade?

Are all histories doomed the same fate?

Or will one stand to wield the blade,

And cut the chain, thus the cycle breaks?

Who then will take its hilt,

Forged by this world,

If not the ones born off it?

To Adrian, may God guide and protect you, and grant you the grace and strength to carry out His will, wherever you may be.

To the youth ministry, he has planted the first seeds; now it’s our turn to continue this responsibility that God placed on us.