The tides will move and shift the sand,
and as they do, erode the land.
Our earthly shell will one day die,
triumphant time will shout its cry.

Yes, man returns from whence he came,
in time the mind forgets his name;
some men seem wise, (to God are fools),
all end the same...we're history's tools.

Remember this, when you feel proud,
don't sing self praise (well...not too loud)
you are no more than any man,
do you have faith, eternal plans?

And yet we're more than just a shell;
I drink my fill from wisdom's well.
Yes, in God's hand my future lies,
and I'll live on when my flesh dies.
R.Owen 24/05/2017