This To Will Pass Away
This To Will Pass Away
He worked a lifetime on an ageless thing,
An ideal, lofty and high.
But there was one who whispered.
"This to, will die".
They carved a statue out of stone,
And swore that it would stay.
But like a man made out of dust.
This soon was gone away.
One gathered fortunes vast and sure,
And boasted with a song.
Naked he stood before his God.
His fortunes to were gone.
Build what you will and watch it fall;
Tis but a game we mortals play.
For life is fleeting as the wind;
And all to soon will pass away.
God alone stands straight and sure.
In His well-ordered rim.
However fine our work is vain.
Unless we work for Him.
With bowed head I labor on;
In tears from day to day.
Yet in each new sorrow I find hope.
Thank God this to, will pass away.
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