Life

What is this life that we should know?
Whether standing still, or to and fro
We wake each day and start anew
Do we live each minute as precious few?
Our breath is given to sing and shout
But what of life do we sing about?
Do we laugh and play to end of days
Or lift our hearts with shouts of praise?
Do we groan and wail for life's dark end?
Do we stiffen up, refuse to bend?
Do we look and learn from our mistakes?
Or stumble on with cuts and scrapes?
We ask ourselves "Is it worth the fight?"
Or give up now and loose our sight?
Do we lay our lives for those we love?
Or perhaps a man not worthy of?
From deep within our life springs flow
We quench our thirst and begin to grow.
This source of life is One so sweet,
His hands were pierced, His side, His feet.
He dines with us and wipes our tears,
And calms the sea, destroys our fears.
He takes us in, a ragged few
And makes us shine, afresh and new!
For this is life a gift indeed
For thirst a drink, hunger feed
For what would be a sweeter sound
But to hear the song of sinners found