O mysteries of life

A fog which encircles the truth

A blanket transparent

Revealing hidden secrets

A light permits its invasion                                                                Why do you hide?

                                                                                                                        Why do you run?

Hold upon a sinking sea

Turn to your reward.                                                                                           Prevalent are your ways

                                                                                                                                When to your place you hold.

Speak your waning voice and cause my ears to tingle

Scantily your words are clothed and I seek their sensual touch

Each caress, a yearning aroused, beyond my mortal test.                                            But a tease you are,

                                                                                                                                                    To yield, I retreat,

                                                                                                                                Tempted to thy shrouded curse,

                                                                                                                                                Iím lost forevermore.

A mysterious wealth

Are you the Mysteries Of Life?

Do you hold what we seek?

Do answers found come in you?                                                                                       I rush to you

                                                                                                                    I lunge at you, within my grasp I thought

But again, so quietly, so softly,

You slip yourself away.


What then Mysteries Of Life?  What then?

Unveil yourself, then fade?

What hope is there in this game you play?

A wave which never rolls.                                                                                  What mysteries are then exposed,

                                                                                                                          The crumbs from a feasting hand?

You taunt me as a viper and rod,

To whom is the conqueror, to whom the conquered?

Inflict me with your schemes!  Enough I cry.  Enough!


But God is wise in His delivery,

For all things shall be revealed.

Lifted are the ever present shadows.

Gone is the clouded horizon.

Drawn from my eyes the shaded dawn.

Perfectly clear is He made known.


O Mysteries Of Life,

Run your marathon lost in a labyrinth and maze,

Your spoils siphoned from fantasies lost,

Exploited from the exploiting.


In Christ Jesus is all things given,

For Himself He gave.


God presents all of all.

Salvation is from Jesus,

By Him the mysteryís solved.



Mysteries Of Life by Ronhales                                                                                                                                Luke 8:10

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