Like Grass
MYlife draws to its close through passing years,
DAYS seem to pass as flash of sun and moon.
ARE they racing faster now as death nears,
LIKE bright balloons and bubbles, all too soon.
A youth wasted in vapid dreams soon is old,
SHADOW of the grand ideals once held dear,
THAT flash of passioned fever still and cold,
LENGTHENS shadows, though with Him, no cause for fear.
AND neither shall I dread that final call,
I lived this life a-sharing of His Word.
WITHER though will flesh in fast free-fall,
AWAY all doubt; His Truth was spoke and heard.
LIKE every living thing since time began,
GRASS dies that new may grow, as is God's plan.
Quote (vertical): Psalm 102:11
By cherryk
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