In life as with all things,
From a babe to a man,
Living to death's final scene,
Time shifts like hourglass sands.
Questioned on the purpose,
Trembling at the pain,
Wondering what else be worst,
In the soul, hope be faint.
Yet, not seen on the surface,
A reason to be sought,
Written in life a purpose,
There within, prepared by God.
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