Martin Elonge

Rejoice! O Youth

Rejoice o youth
For like roses
You blossom.
Your sweat smelling fragrance
Is company for bees…

On you, all wish to settle.

But like the sun
That rises and sets,
A season to be born
and to die,
flowers visited loose nectar.
When dried, are burnt

But there is hope
In Christ Jesus.

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