He Is Like Vapour Poem by Preston Mwiinga

he truly was a vapor,
like the grass of the Mediterranean meadow that burns away when the summer hit strikes.
Yet in His brief time he left behind a lasting impact.
He didn't do a lot. Evan his life's work fits him.
We remember him for one act of worship, only one.
He offered a pleasing sacrifice to the Lord,
a sacrifice motivated by and given in faith.
Beyond that point is a mystery.
Nothing else is mentioned of his life.
His brother receives much more ink on the pages of the Bible,
yet even Jesus took note of Abel.
Like a breath on a cold winter morning he came and passed quickly, yet his testimony endures