O me! O life! of these questions profound,
Of struggles and trials that circle around,
Of hearts that falter, of faith grown dim,
Of void wandering souls, forgetting Him.

Of days that vanish like smoke in the air,
Of dreams once bright, now burdened with care,
Of voices crying, yet failing to see,
The grace that calls so tenderly.

That you are here, that life is given,
A gift of mercy, a glimpse of Heaven.
The powerful play of eternity goes on,
That wondrous sonnet, that beautiful song.
And you, yes you may lift up voice,
To know the great truth, it’s only your choice.
Because the play goes on without a rehearse,
Fix your eyes on God, and to that play,
You may contribute a verse.