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.
Each one has a different path
The distance traveled, ne’er the same
The span of life for each one is
Not the same till the grave.
Some travel less, some do more
Some life ends right in the womb
Some, are too young, some too old,
Some at their prime, none knows when!
What is our gain, if grave is our end
Mortals we all are then, why do 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,
Your wins do not count for you have to leave all
At the gate before you descend the deep pit,
A life lived for self is a life forever lost
Life in this world is a chance to choose
Our life beyond this life, or eternal doom
For mortals are we, frail , feeble and weak,
Can’t choose our time, place or condition of our fate
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, “I am the Resurrection and Life,
He who believes in Me forever will live”!
