2cor120 Poem by Brian D Moore

It came to me one night, a dream
An idea, a thought, a better way
Is this all there is, this life I have
To wake and live another day

Exist just like a cloud, or shrub
To eat and sleep, work and play
Go here and there, do this, do that
Wait for Friday, bills to pay

The hairs are counted on our heads
Our bones will see decay
But the spirit will live on
Past when we’re old and grey

A plan, a purpose, his promises pure
I trust his word and pray
I know that my Redeemer lives
The truth, the life, the way