Listen, my son…
From the womb every man
Builds his cities and towers
From the strength of his hand
And a will that devours
But his kingdom’s a breath,
And his rule, an illusion,
Disappearing in death –
The revealing conclusion...
Man is "king" of a land
Between his right and left ears!
He thinks: "my throne is grand!"
But his decrees, no one hears!
He will gather great treasures,
But will never have any;
Will pursue many pleasures,
But will always feel empty…
Always longing for more,
Never having enough;
He’s a slave and a *****
To his master: his stuff
---
Oh, may The King set him free!
He alone holds the power!
And may all bend the knee,
For, we need Him each hour!
.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
Listen, my son…
From the womb every man
Builds his cities and towers
From the strength of his hand
And a will that devours
But his kingdom’s a breath,
And his rule, an illusion,
Disappearing in death –
The revealing conclusion...
Man is "king" of a land
Between his right and left ears!
He thinks: "my throne is grand!"
But his decrees, no one hears!
He will gather great treasures,
But will never have any;
Will pursue many pleasures,
But will always feel empty…
Always longing for more,
Never having enough;
He’s a slave and a *****
To his master: his stuff
---
Oh, may The King set him free!
He alone holds the power!
And may all bend the knee,
For, we need Him each hour!
.
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