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Ecclesiastes 6:12 

12 For no one knows what is best for a person during his life—
during the few days of his fleeting life— for they pass away like a shadow.
Nor can anyone tell him what the future will hold for him on earth.

 

Help me to see and understand and so to speak the words needed

It appears simple from the outside but what about the inner man?

Words are words and some carry weight while most are oft repeated

Words of truth bring life in love and hope for the average clan

 

It seems not fair that hope can’t contain the fullness of Salvation

As long as we’re in this body of flesh decay prevails more each day

Maybe after all is said and done it will turn to the rightful place

in a forgotten realization of the price God had to personally pay

 

All things appear vaguely now like a glance through a dirty window

Shadows seem to fall on about all things and turn white towards grey

Now as we travel on a landscape covered with valleys, rocks and slopes

While most all power is provided and not recognized as we’re on our way

 

And if we pray we ask amiss as our own desires cloud our vision

In that we’re searching for purpose that’s already stored in the heart

Our time wasted constantly in bible study and lots of reminiscing

And we call that serving the Lord living a life depending on our smarts

 

Long ago it appeared so definitely that it’s easier to relive yesterday

And so get lost in the feeble dreams of what tomorrow may hold

So that for tears cried by mankind today I don’t have to pay

As in my chosen illusionary state I can ignore what death unfolds

 

Escape from self in a way is to get lost deep into one’s self

Gurgling sounds of desperation are surely then to follow

Drowning into a state of existence searching for a wishing well

That was dug long ago somehow by depravity’s call to wallow

 

Jan Wienen

 

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