Life is so short, we fade away like Sunsets,
A mountain Mist are we, the cloud Begets.
Rising briefly in God's Majestic Light,
Our Sins it consumes, Grace Shining Bright.
But Pride and Vanity do run Rampant,
Causing me daily to Bow and Repent.
I give Praise for the Day God has given,
I pray for my Sins to be Forgiven,
With Humble Reverence, and Deference,
Because my Vanity has no Defense.
And Judge not is my inviolable Motto,
God is the only Judge, just so you know.
Believers or not, Judgment comes to all,
As Surely as the Leaves will one day Fall.
Do you know what Job said when he lost his house, cattle, wife, children, and was covered head to toe in boils?
'Praise the Lord.'
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