A Beacon

Life is short and fragile 
It’ll only last for awhile

I know, and you know
Who does not know?

Okay, raise your hand
It is now time to mend 

Yes, we will all be gone 
Soon, His will, be done

Like it or not, it has end
By a touch, of His hand

Like a fleeting shadow
Of today and tomorrow

So, why waste the time? 
In this nonsense rhyme

Of life, pursuing earthly
Things, which isn’t holy

Have you not reflected?
The joy of being elected 
 
Truth is given, unto you 
O, strive hard to be true 

Bear to carry your cross
For you, not to get lost

To the heaven’s throne
I want you, to be, home
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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