What reason has man to live for?
What dream is left to dream?
If death remains the only door
Beyond life’s ebbing stream
Perhaps a span of seventy years
Of sunshine snow and rain
Of love of joy countless tears
Of struggle peace and pain
With faith and doubt daily at odds
Religion fights for souls
So many paths so many gods
So many man made goals
Willing, trusting, seeking the way
Faithful hopeful and true
Learning striving seeking today
For life for love and You
I see Your hand work everywhere
Revealing crystal clear
There is a God You must be there!
Just waiting to appear
The sun the moon the stars at night
These naked eyes can see
Surely there’s more surely I’m right
Victory must somewhere be
Beyond the shores of disbelief
Above the rolled back skies
Lives grace lives love lives sweet relief
And You alone who’s wise
You must be there You must exist
Alive and well on high
The Lamb The Lord who won’t resist
To raise me when I die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well crafted! loved the read..... thank you....lovely thoughts....