Into this sin-stricken world I sprang
I made my entrance helpless and weak,
Naked I was born
My mother clothe me with love,
I brought nothing into the world
And sure, will carry nothing out
So, what is this gift called life?
What is this body, but mere flesh and blood?
Why was I born?
What purpose, the time to fill?
Is this life without meaning?
Perhaps, no meaning at all?
For in the midst of life, we are dying,
Life, like a vapour, here one moment,
gone in a heartbeat
So, is all empty and vain?
Not within, but higher than I
A being greater than man
The creator of you and I,
God alone, the source, essence and sustainer,
of flesh and soul,
He alone is life’s meaning
Nathan A. Hughes
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