Why Are We Here
Why are we here
Year after year
As time passes it is less clear
Obscurity is what we fear
As our end gets increasingly near
Why did God create man
Why are we on his land
Made by his mighty hand
Made from simple sand
Are we doing what we can
We will eventually see
God's intent for me
When our souls are free
When we enter our eternity
What is meant to be
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