This Life
From life to death, a choice is made,
our lives are short, with consessions paid.
We learn from the past, our future not known,
as we travel on, we carry what is sown.
Our burdens are many, our troubles few,
without Gods love, we can never get through.
Do unto others, as they would to you,
for our lord is mighty, and his love is true.
By johnaarongreen
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