June 16, 2016 at 10:15 am

All days of living, here on earth,
Prepares us for our days after.
All our days of living here on earth,
Is a thin line joining birth’s first breathe
With our last-breathe just before going where expected.
What then is this life if not just dust
Since soul’s parting with body is must?
All our hustling, struggling with strength
Does truly end at earth’s six feet depth.
What then is this life if not just dust
When at funerals in tears burst?
What then is this life if not just dust
When without Christ?
What then is life if not just dust?
Only the Just who in Christ trust,
Shall on the last day rise again
With glorified bodies