Peddle
We are not here by
An act of Divine Discipline
We are not in time out
We are merely children
In the midst of a dream
And when morning dawns
Each will awaken
Salvation is for all
None shall be lost
As the Great Shepherd tirelessly searches
For the one still astray
We are all prodigal sons and daughters
Who eventually find our way home
To the rich inheritance
That has been ours all along
We must realize that our poverty
And estrangement
Are our own self-induced imaginings
And not inflicted upon us by a chastising God
Then we will find our way home
Because salvation is like riding a bicycle:
Something that one ultimately learns alone
And never really forgets
No matter how much time passes.
Just peddle.
---unAsleep