Disclaimer: I think it is quite obvious, but just incase...I don't own the Bible.
Enjoy!
The hands of a clock spin around
The children ride on a merry-go-round
Sums up a circled life that is shattered
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
The rest like the first, have no say
In a life that has no meaning.
Then it strikes me like a lightning bolt
I need something to hold
That circle together.
Hands grab at me from every side
Pulling me to their own ideas of respite
Yet the circle is still in pieces
Then I found the blood red glue
flowing from a Man, undue
for I had done nothing to deserve it
Yet, He loved me without restraint
Ignoring the heart covered in taint
He filled me with overflowing joy
He gave me still something precious
An existence with a purpose
Finally, a life that was serious.
Looking to others with rounds still broken,
Myself, one chance to live, He has spoken,
Only – one life to give.