Under The Son

 

I found myself feeling alone
As I moved through the day.
Worry building from a fear of
What might not come my way.
 
I caught myself, almost in tears,
Stopping to realize
That all these worries mean nothing
Beneath the endless skies.
 
The world has turned without my voice
For all but a few years,
And it will turn even longer
When I’m forgotten tears.
 
My life, my worries mean nothing
By the standards of earth,
But beyond rubies, pearls, or gold
Am I, by heaven’s worth.
 
I will not let this world tell me
That I hold no value,
When He, who formed the universe,
Has told me that’s not true.
 
I won’t let fear put chains on me
When His grace set me free.
Though we take nothing from this life,
He gives eternity.
 
Ecclesiastes 1:2 & 9
Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.