Depreciation, dilapidation, decay

Everywhere I look

Even on the prettiest day

It’s all losing value

Falling apart

Crumbling, eroding

Like cars once new now antiquated

A house abandoned

Bodies neglected

Boarded up, forgotten

Dejected

All’s old

Shattered

Rotten

Tattered

Wheelchair ramps, canes, and drugs

I watch it creep in

Closer by the day

It touches every neighbor, relative, friend

It embitters some

But I refuse to be one

Surely we were made for more

There’s got to be another door

Let me walk through

The one that’s new

No death, mourning, crying, or pain

Let me look

Let me see

Though it feels a world away

I still believe

We are precious gems

Chosen, royal, holy, precious, redeemed

Imperishable seed

Alive forever

I long to see it

All made new

Because of You

In You

I still believe