The brevity of life shifts with the sand
As with the tide the waves so bend;
Further, further out to sea flows the hand
Of prosperity to plunder at depth’s end
To return unexpectedly upon the land
There to reap to apprehend, nay to pretend
With benevolence, a harvest to demand.
Churning discord from the deep thrashes
Wildly so to seek the lives of men to steal,
Warning not its hapless meal.
Higher, higher one must flee the outstretched
Arms of poverty there to stand in defiance
Of hopelessness and self-reliance.
Search ye must for the Fallen, so to save
From a grave, lest they stumble in
The darkness, lonely and afraid.
Many, many souls are lost from this
Our dying world, never shall we again
Embrace the innocence of bliss.
Overwhelmed with emotion, lives begin
To heal, yet the scars are ever present
In remembrance to feel.
We are all God’s children in Him we rely
Despite our anxiety, He decides
Whether we live or die.
These, our struggles here define us, refine us
Thus producing strength, and strength,
Perseverance, and perseverance, hope.
This hope is certain that Christ Jesus
Has redeemed us from the consequence
Of sin, eternal death.
Threatened with death’s dark breath
Where is thy confidence?
Believe in the Lord, though ye shall die
Yet, shall ye live forever hence.
