Psonnets of Worship
My Life, a Vapor

What is my life? a vapor in the wind,
a smoking flax He promised not to snuff
because my strength alone is not enough
to keep my candle lit until the end.
Once puffed with pride, now humbly I depend
on God in prayer, each prayer a perfumed puff.
Though men think life should be of firmer stuff,
now I have faith in God, my final Friend.
I trusted in my strength while in my youth
and hardly cared how idly time was spent.
But now a blinded eye, a broken tooth,
a body smitten, buffeted and bent,
come bowed to Him, acknowledging the Truth,
so my last breath may be a fragrant scent.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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