Dust To Dust

Beneath the sun, all deeds done, meaningless are they

Labor in vain, tormenting pain, incessant toil

Chasing the wind, grasping (for) what's been, wearisome longings

Ages now gone, time passes on, but the earth remains

A time of birth, a time of death, perishing mortals

Men are like grass, which soon doth pass, destined to die

Houses of clay, doomed to decay, foundations of earth

Men come from dust, and to the dust, in death all return

The Lord did mold, man's flesh and soul, a creation of soil

But just as man, from dust began, in death will face judgement

But Christ was slain, bearing our pain, taking our sentence

The Christ was dead, the blood He shed, absolves the guilty

The hold of the grave, broken away, by the Risen Saviour

Prophecy fulfilled, His perfect will, providing eternal life

Death is certain, for every man, but belief gains life

He who believes, life he'll receive, even though he'll die

From dust you came

You must return

Can death you escape?

[Ecclesiastes; John 11:25; Hebrews 9:27; Genesis 3:19]