Two years to mold me

A fleeting memory of an hour glass slipping ever so fast. A solemn prayer of sweet relief. Texas to my heart, will always be the thief. 

As this time goes blazing by I feel my eyes heavy with tears, my soul free of fears. My faith firmly planted my path never to be slanted. but straight and narrow to the tree.

Partaking of the fruit, glorifying in the sweet refrains of the song of redeeming love. Never more to be shaken but true to the faith that our parents have cherished.Humbly, firmly faithful and true I will ever stand as the sands of time wear on; my trust in the promise of eternity grows strong.

Forever I will be his servant, forever I will be his son