We carve our place in history
By our loyalty, sweat and tools.
Builders of roads, towns, churches
Bridges, monuments and schools.
Unawareness keeps us anxious
There's so much we fear to know.
Who shall die, where, when and how
As the storms of a lifetime blow.
Someday all shall rattle God's gate
As His wisdom rules who may remain.
No tears, death, war, jealousy nor sorrow
Free from wickedness, worry and pain!
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