Exile, Wilderness, Exodus, Return
Exile, Wilderness, Exodus, Return
I am walking the line of time.
My beginning was not the first beginning,
But I am marking it as such.
The patterns repeat
But in which direction?
The Arrow Of Time points one way
And still exists the patterns.
The missed mark of the Arrow
Demands an intervention
Without which I know your end.
The patterns repeat.
Exile soon predicted.
Today lost in the wilderness.
Progress in exodus.
Sunday I return.
Notice how the patterns repeat?
The intervention began before my beginning.
Began before exile
Began before wilderness
Began before exodus
Through the intervention, return.
Yet the Arrow remains
Pointing the way, missing the patterns.
It is finished.
The patterns fulfilled.
No more in the wilderness.
As we progress to the promised beginning,
I am waiting at the Return.
Steve Skiver