Our Lifespan Is Dust

Our lifespan is dust;
Smoke out the chimney stack.
None of us can resist,
Time’s relentless attack.

Our lives are like mist,
When met with the sun.
But we desire to persist,
And forever live on.

Indeed life is short,
Though sometimes happy and gay.
But most of us will report,
It’s a brief, painful foray.

Why do we desire,
To stay above ground?
For most of us do inquire,
Where true life can be found.

Please hear me out,
As I do posit thus:
Life’s brevity is a shout,
From our good God to us.

Jesus created all,
To live with and love Him.
And He allowed not our fall,
With a cold heartless whim.

He gave us a choice,
From the very beginning,
To trust His loving voice,
Or forsake Him by sinning.

For love that is coerced,
Is not love that is true.
Still, His grace our fate reversed,
And offers life that is new.

He descended to Earth,
To join us in our pain.
Set aside Heaven’s mirth,
To rescue us from Hell’s flame.

Though we broke His command,
His heart for us is most merciful.
He faced His own just demand;
Was sifted by Hell’s cruel crucible.

By His selfless death,
He forged for us a path.
A path to eternal breath;
Salvation from His just wrath.

Though we are but dust,
By faith we can live on.
But consider we must,
In who we trust upon.

For many have fell,
To this one thought bubble:
“Trust in one’s self,” which leads to Hell,
And much trouble.

So let us choose quick,
For our time here is short.
We must not have heads thick,
On this matter of great import.

Come now to the King,
Whose died for all mankind.
Trust in Him who does bring,
New life and sight to the blind.