All flesh is grass, says the Word
It withers and dries, only to be cast in fire
Earthly pomp is illusion
Powerlessness our native state
Yet, we strive, we wrest and struggle
Thinking only of our gain.
What of strength? What of beauty?
Surely these don’t pass away?
Sadly, there is no quarter
All fall under the axe of time.
Yet, our weakness is strength,
Focused through the proper lens
“I am with you, I am with you”
Says the Lamb of Calvary.
What is life but tribulation?
All seems such futility
Yet in Him all is glory
Offered to the Perfect One.