This Is...

This is where the present meets the future, future explains the past This is the finish line for the runner on the dash The unveiling of a cast, this the dropping of a mask This the first becoming last, this is light before Damascus This is right becoming wrong This is the night at its darkest before the breaking of a dawn This the slave borns now becoming sons This is the peace be still before the very calming of the storm This here we talk about cash, and how we happy at last Slow motion that's fast, coz the time in His hands This tells the story of acts, an epistle of facts Coz when the sorrow attacks, see His glory reacts This is our chill and relax, coz the strength that we lack He put our energy back, it's like our life is a hack This is the cloud turning black, and the tombstone will crack This is the curtain of the holies when it's split into half This is realness formed out of pretence This is a unit homie and it's making millions out of the tens This is birth coming out of a death This is purity homie and it's rolling out from out of the dirt This is plenty coming out of a debt This is the highest highs springing forth from the lowest of depths This is light bursting out of the dark This is a fire homie and its raging out from out of a spark This is life, this is death One is Christ, one is net One is wise, one is flesh One will die, one misled This is joy in the pain This is warmth in the rain This is loss, this is gain This is God in my aim This is our story in decibels and rhyme schemes With timings that metamorphically be refining Punchline aligning, heart talks be jamming Mirrors reflecting reflections of Christ Through the motions of our rhyming