What is Life?
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What is life? A vapor.
What is man? A trace. For in a twinkling of an eye, We’re born, we live, and then we die. Yet time keeps marching — passing by Remembering not a face. What is life? A moment. What is man? A spark. A fragile candle’s fragile light That briefly lights the space of night, But never does it shine so bright To leave a lasting mark. What to carry? Nothing. What to bury? Less. For all our struggles, hopes and dreams, And all our moneymaking schemes, Our treasures, trophies — all that gleams Brings utter uselessness. In this life we’re given, As our years unfold, Abundant opportunity To alter our eternity, For in the Christ of Calvary We’ll walk the streets of gold. What is life? Eternal. What is man? A soul. His heart, down from the genesis, Must choose the life that follows this: Through heaven’s gate or hell’s abyss? Of this, he has control. |
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