OUT OF ASHES

Out of ashes come beauty,

I went to hell and found these things—

It's not over until the lady sings,

I stand aloft, like see me!

Was burnt by life and scattered like ashes,

But like the phoenix, I rose from the ashes;

The tears I shed, they made me whole,

With joy, I recovered all that was stole;

Like the rising sun, I shine on cynics,

Without a word, I shun the critics,

Left it all in the past like the sixties,

Gained freedom from all that killed me;

Beauty lies in the eyes of the seer,

But God's designs can no man deny;

He washes the dirt off the sinner,

In the flames of death, God spoke to life,

Out of ashes, he formed new life.

Out of ashes, he formed my inner man,

Out of ashes, he formed a thing of beauty,

Out of ashes be-came beauty,

Out of ashes, he formed my inner man,

From my ashes, he formed new life...

© el-iyanu