One may often wonder why,
why do people live and die?
In eternity, our lives don't scratch the surface
tell me Lord, what is the purpose?
Is all our toiling done in vain
things built strong will never last
Think of all the people past
there must be some reward for pain
But here today and then dismissed
work and pleasure, man's desires
all of it will burn in fire
everything is meaningless
whatever we acquire
For the same fate awaits us all
none too big, we're all too small
everyone will one day fall
on their knees
before the Lord at judgment
It matters not what you have done
We all leave empty handed
from this world beneath the sun
consider what the Lord has done
without the Son, we're stranded
Eternity is in the hearts of men
yet we cannot fathom what God has done
from the beginning until the very end
Whatever is, has already been
and what will be, will be again.
So enjoy your youth and remember the Creator
whose mysteries we cannot understand
Enjoy your own work, toil, and labor
for the conclusion of the matter
Is to fear the Lord and heed His commands
that when your spirit returns to God who gave it
you will not be a stranger
for God's Glory
© Sam Jackson. All rights reserved.
This poem may be used free of charge, on the condition that copies are not sold for profit in any medium, nor any entrance fee charged to a performance. In exchange, the author would appreciate being notified of any occasion the poem is used in public performance. He may be contacted at: jackson@cadetmail.uscga.edu