Man Born of Woman Few Days and Full of Trouble-

I am here but for a little while Just here for a little while Just a thought a verb momentarily turned Into action procreated for the Nations Out of love it's to no man all is the same Man that is born, birth of a woman is of a few days and full of trouble Man born of a woman is of a few days and full of trouble Man born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble He sprung for Rises up as a flower and it is cut down he Fleees as a shadow continues not without the sun the sun Rises in the moon falls they have him with Rusty Nails They serve him water but it's vinegar A bit of liquid I'm sure and do you open your eyes to such a one And do you open your eyes to such a one not To open your eyes to such an one For a man that is born of a woman is of a few days and full of trouble Man birth of a woman is of a few days and full of trouble Man born of a woman is of a few days and full of trouble He Bringeth forth Rises up as a flower who can bring a clean Things out of an unclean thing not I see my days are, determined by the numbers of months Are not free appointed the bonds that I can't pass hide me My flesh shall not always last I won't deny I praise Him even now Worms crawling out of My Flesh rot in sores and boils covering me from head to toe All over my chest I won't relinquish I will still continue to praise Him even after And now before and after while in peace and War In pain and sorrow yet I remain I say ABBA Father Man that is born of a woman is of a few days and full of trouble He bring forth then Rises up as a flower For a man born of a woman is of a few days and full of trouble 4/15/14 JOB 14:1 written word by James Edward Lee Sr Arranged music by Jonathan Echitinaw