We could never guess or can even know,
The length of this life nor what stems its flow.
Now some will predict the stars they will show
Our days here on Earth, but how can they know?

This life that will end (it seems some can see,)
in just nothingness, (I cannot agree.)
When once I will die, those worms will roam free
(well, when we are dead, then what care have we?)

For where can l find? These facts even read,
To glean all these truths, is this wisdom's seed?
Now How many books, fulfil all this need,
if death's a dark void, where is this decreed?

If you can believe if past history's paged,
Men and those heroes, in some wars that raged,
Just who wrote those books? And how is truth gauged?
If trusting is faith, how can this be staged?

(My refrain..)
If faith is a choice, then this I believe,
Yes, this brings me peace, in this I'll not grieve.

When Christ gave His life it helps me to see,
Indeed all my future sits outside of me.
If I can believe, beyond this life's sea,
then I'll always live, from death's sting I'm free.

If we can but trust in God's holy book,
He has rescued us from old Satan's hook,
If you cannot see, in blindness you're stuck,
Then ask God for sight, then you won't need luck.
R.Owen 19/10/2015