All Pass

All things will pass, eternity lives on,
my beauty and my suffering will pass,
my hands and feet, the cold and heat--all gone,
the rich and poor together ‘neath the grass.

For young and old alike, all life is short,
farewell to friend and foe, so don’t be scared,
this life that seems so long God will abort,
I will rest well if I am well prepared.

The flowers and the fighting--all will go,
the power and the glory--all will die,
the cash, the bank and all the stuff we stow,
the good, the bad will move on so don’t cry.

But I won’t leave You, Lord--that I can do,
for now, like then, better to live with You.

                        by Pete Voelz     3/8/14