Of all time
And had power to roll it back.
I'd erase the years
And the lines
It uses to attack.
I'd remove the scars
And heal the wounds
That seem to run so deep.
I'd heft the cares
And carry the pounds
Your joy I'd try to keep.
Alas I'm not
This great Lord
O'er elements at my command.
But weak with faults
And dreams to horde
A ravaged soul I am.
What balm I have
I give to you
And spare none for myself.
For hope I have
You will choose
A joy that defines yourself.
