I'm Not Lucky I'm Blessed! Poem by Tom Zart

By learning, loving, working, teaching and prayer
We submit our years as a tale to be told.
The survival of life is our pilgrimage
As we tackle each challenge both young and old.

No one can be sure of how long they will last
Though all have a choice of whom they choose to be.
Warmongers, adulterers, thieves or saints
Everyone must someday bow down before Thee.

From dust we were made and shall return
After life has brought us to our Earthly end.
Though all must walk in the shadow of death
The righteous are promised they will rise again.

Woe to what the misinformed might think
Who claim their excellence is their own.
A wise man knows his gifts are from Heaven
And by repentance, his gratitude is shown.

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