Across the frigid dawn a pale glow leaks
To speak of labor to the common man
Arise, arise cast off the slumbering cheeks
The hovering night will soon be here again
And there are many mouths to feed
And there are many things we need
We cannot bask in slothful ease
Or lay in careless laziness
The anonymity of yester-years
And Time itself cannot command
Soon, too soon the End of things appears
To still the diligence of our hand
Ah, what is life but the bud of death?
What is the purpose of each breath?
The silent past taunts in reply
As daylight spawns across the sky
Still, the present pivots on the past
The future is not loaned to anyone
We must work before night shades are cast
And we slumber ‘neath the shoulder of a stone
Ah, what is life; a tirade to an early grave?
Whilst man appoints the master and the slave?
Who anoints Life’s purpose, ah pray tell?
Hence we awake, in Heaven or in hell
Above the wave hovers a white-winged gull
Yet it, as Time dissolves into the blue
Flesh is but a temporary hull
Before the fruit of our life is due
Man that is born of woman soon must die
As Time meets with its Maker in the sky
The work of hands cannot redeem us then
Life’s purpose lies not in the hearts of men
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Janet Martin
All man’s efforts are for his mouth
Yet his appetite is never satisfied. Eccles.6:7
Consider what God has done:
Who can straighten what he has made crooked? Eccles.7:13
For it is be grace you have been saved through faith.
....and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God
---not by works, so that no one can boast.
For we are God's workmanship,
created in Christ Jesus to do good works,
which God prepared in advance for us to do. Ephes.2:8-10
