Life After the Fall
Man was made to live forever,
As angels do, to serve God ever.
But the subtle serpent, clever,
Mankind, from His God, did sever.
Since then, life is full of trouble,
and as fleeting as a bubble.
Man’s life is like a Baby’s Breath,
It buds, blooms, fades, and ends in death.
Between two dates, we do our dash.
Like a thought, we’re gone in a flash.
Whether life’s years are long or few,
sickness and death, stalk me and you.
Our life is like a tale that is told,
As a worn-out joke, we grow old.
‘Tis not the way life’s meant to be,
its true purpose, we need to see.
To live for God, and praise His name,
and not to strive for earthly fame.
To model this life, Jesus came,
So, copy Him and do the same.
Teach us Lord to number our days,
to be wise, and to give you praise.
Assured of your paternity,
Help us prepare for eternity.
Copyright ©
David Richmond
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