By Rajan George
Life is a gift from God, though we fail
To acknowledge, the God from whom life flows
In the womb, we begin our race
Till the tomb, no more to return.
The distance is neāer the same for all
Some journey ends where they have begun
Some end too young, some live very old,
Some at their prime, but no one knows when!
What is our gain, if grave is our end
Mortals we are, why then this struggle,
Our impulse to live is not worth the stress
If our life does not pass beyond the vault
No matter how much you gain in this life,
How much you lost doesnāt count anymore!
All that you own or all that you owe,
You must leave behind before you descend.
Those who are alive are granted a chance
To choose life beyond this earthly abode
or eternal doom, we can neāer set
Condition of our fate, time, or place
As the Scriptures say, man at his best is
Only a breath, he withers like grass,
His life span is seventy or eighty at best,
But then it is full of sorrow and grief,
Hope is not lost for God who gave life,
Can extend it far beyond the dark realm.
Jesus Christ said, āI am the Resurrection and Life,
He who believes in Me forever will liveā!
