Every Man's Day (Poem)
More and more man are made
More and more man parade
Around
Making sound
Sounds unusual and common
Stabbing
Yelling
Crying
Screaming
Banging
Booming
BAM!
Then it ends
They end
We end
And start again
The Lord fills a mother's womb
She produces
There is the day, the part, the time
The record
Some think bad
Some think better
But the same repeats regardless
The day, the part, the time
The record
Birth and death
Birth leads to death
Every birth is a new beginning
And every death is the final ending
Every man has his day
Every man has the day
Where they live
And then die
Yet it is just another beginning beginning
Life on earth may cease
Life in eternity does not
Every man has his day
Every man has the day
Sink or swim
Prosper or plunder
Choose ye this day
What will be the day of us?
Will it be the day of life, or lost?
Birthdays mark the day we were born, and began life in the flesh. Death is when we are no longer part of the world, and are buried in the grave. But, that's just half. Half of true results. Because it's either we go to Heaven or hell afterwards. Question is, where do we want to end up? Who are we willing to serve? And...do we truly believe that there is more beyond the life we are living right now? The truth will show either way. So, choose ye this day.
~ Author