Cords of a Drunken Life 

What is purpose?
When it rises to the surface,
it finds all that is lurking,
and realizes why life’s hurting. 

Intoxicated in life’s madness,
humanity speaks of all life’s magic:
its wealth, its health, its gladness,
and what the flesh can lavish. 

But you will hold it for a moment,
swim inside its glowing,
relish what it’s sowing,
only to realize in the end,
you’ve been stripped of all your clothing. 

And when you're left bare, trembling, alone, you’ll see the truth, carved deep in stone. Not in the treasures that fade away, but in a path that never strays. 

The glow was borrowed, the feast a ruse, a golden mask few souls refuse. Yet beneath the weight of what is gone, a greater strength is calling on. 

For purpose waits beyond the veil,
where neither wealth nor flesh prevail.
It stands in love, in sacrifice,
in the hands that paid the price. 

So let the cords of life unwind,
to free your soul, to clear your mind.
And rise, restored, by mercy's flame,
held forever in His name.