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