In youth, the hand dives boldly into the urn of imagination and cradles a portion for the lips. The mind, eager with anticipation, dances for joy on the eve of the unknown. Will its taste be sweet like ripe nectarines freshly plucked from the summer harvest, or will it be tart like freshly pressed lemonade from a humble, country housewife? Regardless, the trip is the same with new experiences birthing new boundaries through supernatural truths. Gravity holds no bounds to the boundless and the sky is only the limit if there is nothing farther to reach.

With age, the hand grows cautious and calculated, executing the known with vigor equaling its youthful boldness. It sweeps the dust and filth away from the urn of imagination, careful not to taint the sacred contents within. Cracks form and paint peels away as time and tide lap at the rim of the urn, full from lack of use. Straight to the point, the mind entertains no diversions as it anticipates its impending cessation. The sweet nectar has become too rich for the weary and worn. Gravity holds bounds because bounds are needed to ensure the sky is the limit and the unknown is held, safely, in the beyond.

If I were to ask you to lay down your life,

To not ask questions about how, why or when,

I wonder, my child, how would you answer me?

Would you jump for joy at the first chance to shine,

Though your life would never be the same again?

If I were to ask you to lay down your life,

To give up your home and move constantly,

Never more to see or hear from kith and kin,

I wonder, my child, how would you answer me?

Would you trade your life for suffering and strife,

Without respite ‘til you shed your mortal skin,

If I were to ask you to lay down your life?

If I brought warfare to you and your country,

So that not a soul was left standing within,

I wonder, my child, how would you answer me?

If tomorrow meant I returned to my men,

And if my return meant your world had to end,

If I were to ask you to lay down your life,

I wonder, my child, how would you answer me?

The windows are down and I’m humming to
my favorite songs while I slip down the
freeway sending God my love with a smile.
Is there anything greater than knowing
you’re alive because there’s someone out there
that loves you enough to lay down their life

despite their power to snuff out your life?
But not just another bedtime tale to
teach you how to live your life out there
in the realm of man, He is The God, The,
that loves unconditionally knowing
how unworthy you are. So with a smile,

I drive and even the world seems to smile
back. And just when I start to think my life
can’t get better, I start doubting. Knowing
that I might be sinning somehow and to
not know what I am doing wrong is the
worst feeling, save a few. And then it’s there,

flying towards me in black and white. There’s
a sign: Speed Limit 55. A smile
is the furthest thing from my mind as the
speedometer condemns me. Could my life
relate to this dilemma? It’s hard to
not conform and obey the law, knowing

that everyone else is not and knowing
that your obedience makes those people, there
in the mirror, despise your desire to
be good. Can you live righteously and smile
knowing that the way you’re living your life
is turning you into a thorn in the

side of society? This could be the
law that saves my life. You can live knowing
that Jesus Christ is the Lord of your life,
but if the deeds to back you up aren’t there,
then how do you know you won’t trade a smile
for Christ when it counts? I make my choice to

change my speed to the speed limit of Christ.
Now I smile at the frowns that pass, knowing
there’s only His smile I’ll trade for my life.

This is the cry of a Titan
In answer to the call of Christ.
I have heard Your trumpets sounding,
Calling Your servants to the fight.

With self-control I keep my pace.
Your Word is my weapon of choice.
I renounce the worldly pleasures
To live by the fruit of Your voice.

This is the cry of a Titan
In answer to the call of Christ.
I have heard Your trumpet sounding.
This is one more Titan for Christ.