Contemplations (Who Am I Beyond)

[Contemplations] I stand and look at time, Yet fail to see the rhyme, Until I lift my gaze from earth, To seek the reason for my birth. I trace the footsteps left by men, Their triumphs and their falls again, The lessons written in the dust, Of kingdoms built on pride and lust. Man is left to his demise, Yet none of this should be surprise, For truth is shown to open eyes, And hidden from those seeing, only with their eyes. The wise debate, the scholars speak, Yet every answer still seems weak, For every road that reason paves, Still ends beside the silent grave. I see the towers scrape the sky, I hear the engines roar and fly, I watch the minds of men create, Yet still we wrestle with our fate. We split the atom, map the stars, Build machines that think like ours, Yet standing here, one question stays, Unanswered through the passing days. Who am I beyond this breath? What remains in the face of death? Am I the dust beneath my feet, Or something death cannot defeat? Why was I formed, where do I belong? Why does my heart repeat this song? Of origins, of truth, and of grace, Of finding God beyond this place. I stand upon this cliff alone, Looking through the years we've known, Empires rise and empires fall, Yet one great question haunts them all. Is there purpose in the pain? Can broken things be whole again? Or are we drifting in the night, Searching for a distant light? If all I am is chance and time, Then why does justice fill my mind? Why does my soul cry out for more, As though it knew another shore? Why does love outlive the years? Why does hope survive our fears? Why does eternity seem near, Whenever heaven draws us here? Who am I beyond this breath? What remains in the face of death? What hand first spoke and gave me life? What truth remains beyond the strife? And standing at the edge I see, The greatest question calling me, Not what I've gained or left behind, But who designed the heart and mind. I stand and look at time, And now I see the rhyme, For every road I've wandered through, Was leading me, God, back to you