Well...

There is one end to life and all of it's pursuits.
The end which is seemingly the beginning of another.
Yet, the new doesn't start at death of the body but the death of the flesh.

The clamour for zoe all just an illusion.
People finding it hard to see right beyond their noses,
Looking for something right in their midst,
Hoping to get it when it's too late.

Despising it because of it's abundance,
So expensive yet so freely given,
So much in supply yet too scarce to find.
So needed yet so rejected by the ones that need it the most.

We know. I mean, those of us on the inside of this.
We live the life and we know the secret,
That what people want flows in us like rivers,
We beckon on them to have a fair share and allow this to flow in them,
But we're told we're crazy and don't know the way of life,
We're called naive and fit for scorn.

He once told me, "if you see things the way they are, you will do them the way they are to be done."
By that, He was saying, "if you know the paths and where they lead you will walk aright."

This is what we do.
This is what we should.
We arise to the task to let the light shine.
Not just that but to break through the dark,
That all that walk may see,
That there is one way and they should walk in it.