Be we peasant, prince, poor, wealthy
Born to rule the roost or slave
Whether weak or strong and healthy
Whether cowardly or brave
Whether lack-a-daisy lazy
Whether driven by high goal
Short or lanky, cranky, crazy
Each of us harbors a soul
Whether we choose to believe it
Or ignore this Truth within
No one is above, beneath it;
In this little skiff of skin
Whether rich or poor in spirit
Born to lay clay bricks, play ball
Someday everyone will hear it
And answer an Awesome Call
Whether we work, thirst for pleasure
Mine for treasure that soon fails
Eternity, none can
measure
When its fathom, death unveils
Pray, no matter status, station
Whether of fat calf or crust
In the God of our salvation
Pray that we have placed our trust
© Janet Martin
Ecclesiastes 2:1-7
Remember your Creator
in the days of your youth,
before the days of trouble come
and the years approach when you will say,
“I find no pleasure in them”—
in the days of your youth,
before the days of trouble come
and the years approach when you will say,
“I find no pleasure in them”—
before the sun and the light
and the moon and the stars grow dark,
and the clouds return after the rain;
and the moon and the stars grow dark,
and the clouds return after the rain;
when the keepers of the house tremble,
and the strong men stoop,
when the grinders cease because they are few,
and those looking through the windows grow dim;
and the strong men stoop,
when the grinders cease because they are few,
and those looking through the windows grow dim;
when the doors to the street are closed
and the sound of grinding fades;
when people rise up at the sound of birds,
but all their songs grow faint;
and the sound of grinding fades;
when people rise up at the sound of birds,
but all their songs grow faint;
when people are afraid of heights
and of dangers in the streets;
when the almond tree blossoms
and the grasshopper drags itself along
and desire no longer is stirred.
Then people go to their eternal home
and mourners go about the streets.
and of dangers in the streets;
when the almond tree blossoms
and the grasshopper drags itself along
and desire no longer is stirred.
Then people go to their eternal home
and mourners go about the streets.
Remember him—before the silver cord is severed,
and the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
and the wheel broken at the well,
and the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring,
and the wheel broken at the well,
and the dust returns to the ground it came from,
and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
