Arms Wide Apart

You do not know what tomorrow will bring; What is your life, son? You are but a mist. Arrogant boasting and harsh words that sting: seek the Lord's will instead, that which persists. What is your life, son? You are but a mist. Vanity, vanishing, withered and blown: all has been given you; none do you own. Arrogant boasting and harsh words that sting, blessing one moment, then hurling a curse; even your prayers attempt to coerce. Seek the Lord's will instead, that which persists; cleanse your hands, sinner, and purify heart. Come to Him humbly, with arms wide apart. ---------- Another Trimeric, A:B:C:D B:x:x C:x:x D:x:x, using couplets this time (musings from chapter 4 of the book of James)