In The Garden

Never get the feeling you're arriving--
  you can't know what you're missing if you do.

See, if you feel the instinct to survive here,
  instead of living life like it's a truth,
Then hold the tempter's goblet to your temple,
  and let that grail's trigger run you through,
But let the record show you as sad man,
  who never looked and saw the beauty in the moon.

Yet, if you see this life like it's a garden,
  a place where flow'rs and light meet brash manure,
It makes it kinda pleasant just to grow here,
  despite the fact that growing's not the cure
To all this stain and pain-filled devestation,
  to all the cries that in God's ears ring true,
    to any of life's merciless afflictions,
      to any of the haters of His truths.

But now the Wind of Israel is stirring,
  it moves you to the core and makes you new,
He enters like a Child into the garden of your heart,
  and call's you 'fellow man', though you're a fool.