Why write of something only temporary?

There's so much out there already.

All that is around...earth, wind, sky, fire,

None will last beyond the final day.

But there is One who Is, and never Won't

He created all, leaving Nothing with nothing

From dirt made man, from Breathe brought Life,

With word making the world and all in it...

And with Word saving the world for all who receive.

This earth isn't forever, nor these bodies

But our spirits, they go on always.

It's just a matter of where...joy or sorrow, King or darkness.

Not that He desires any should perish,

But a gift must be received.

College, work, games, life,

None bad, but they won't last.

Why focus on what's here but miss Who's here?

Treasure here is destroyed, distorted, and powerless.

True treasure, eternal treasure...that is what's everlasting, pure.

And the Man who was God, killed and risen,

It's only through Him that such riches are gained.

But even without gold that won't tarnish,

And without the robe of purest white,

The soul finds peace and bliss forever

To be numbered as His brethren.

So like it's written and preached, I'll add my voice:

For me, living is all to Him.

And if I die?

I gain what I'll never lose.