Life is short and life is fragile
We live on this earth but for a while
It is just like we are passing through
Seeking to make sense of what we do.
Man works hard and tries to build up
To put food on his table and water in his cup
Clothes on his back and a shelter over his head
But all too soon, he ends up dead.
In the daily grind of everyday living
There is time for taking, a time for giving
The sun goes up and the sun goes down
It is sink or swim, stay afloat or drown.
But things happen to destroy this normal rythm
Like quakes and storms, all sorts of cataclysm
Then man is but a leaf tossed upon stormy seas
Then lives are truly fragile and all to soon cease.
Man longs to be in control but he never truly is
There is Someone who is, the Creator of all that exists
The sooner we learn to entrust all into His caring hands
The sooner we can live in security and peace in our lands.
‘It will be like that on the day that the Son of Man is revealed. On that day, anyone on the housetop who has belongings in the house must not come down to take them away; and likewise anyone in the field must not turn back. Remember Lot’s wife. Those who try to make their life secure will lose it, but those who lose their life will keep it. I tell you, on that night there will be two in one bed; one will be taken and the other left. There will be two women grinding meal together; one will be taken and the other left.’ Then they asked him, ‘Where, Lord?’ He said to them, ‘Where the corpse is, there the vultures will gather.’
Luke 17:26-37