Vanities Claim

Thousands upon thousands return to the earth each day.

Their lives quietly vanquished, as the memory of their journey softly fades away.

For many there are which will go forth into this journey of death,

only to fall short and prostate upon  the numerous hills of this silent regret.

Oh perished now are they into a land which knows not night nor day,

their lives unfulfilled by the virtue of their vanities perpetual claim.

For it is by mankind’s desires that he fails to truly see

that his life will always come up empty in effort to fill vanities need.

Therefore seek the tenderness of His love by eternal grace.

J. Allen Wilson © Seven 2006