Up in the distant twilight stars
myriad wonders and planets like mars
set in motion, a celestial maze
an umbrella under which mortals lie
the earthly who must one day die.
But not until this hoary head
hath fruit trees planted beyond garden bed
and pools of water to crown my work
a refreshed paradise of beauty bloom
the wafting fragrance fills our room.
Verdant pastures stretch across fields
farmers and merchants count their vast yields
seeking for some great glory or gold
A few more years of deathlessly grave days
the wealth is lost a hundred ways.
For a while man flourishes proud
like a towerin' cumulonimbus cloud
descending wet wind, a thund'rous roar
a spectacle of terror, flashing light
the vain crowd sleeps not in the night.
So time marches to distant lands
conquering through the terrestial sands
empties the closed glass of finite grain
an evening spent is like dew on the grass
so must we mortals swiftly pass.
The earthy who must one day die
for obeying Satan's serial lie
but death is swallowed up in vict'ry
a blessed comfort to all who receive
the word of Christ who said believe.
(C) Copyright 1994
Carlton Pruitt ministers the gospel to the Los Angeles area. Formerly a Hollywood actor (SAG member)and junk removal expert he now spends most of his time studying the scriptures, writing articles, hymns and poems and doing street preaching. See his videos on www.YouTube.com. Just type in LAStreetPreacher in the search bar. CONTACT at Carlton2061@gmail.com