What's the Life of a Man?As I was a walking one morning at ease
A viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees
All in slow motion appearing to be
And those that had withered, they fell from the trees
What's the life of a man anymore than the leaves
A man has his season, so why should we grieve?
Though all thru this life, we appear fine and gay
Like the leaves we will wither and soon fade away.
If you'd seen the leaves just a few days ago
So beautiful and bright they all seemed to grow
A frost came upon them and withered them all
A storm came upon them and down they did fall
If you look in the churchyard, there you will see
Those that have passed like the leaves from the trees
When age and affliction upon us do fall
Like the leaves we must wither and down we must fall.
[Anon.]
I am sorry - but not one of us is able to escape our mortality! Would it not be sensible then to investigate the claims of the Gospel very carefully just in case it's right?
