Monday, April 6, 2009
Man that is born of woman is of few days and full of trouble. He cometh forth as a flower, and is cut down; he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not; thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass; turn from him that he may rest; For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. But man dieth and wasteth away; yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up, so man lieth down, and riseth not up till the heavens shall be no more. Let us remember in our youth, before the evil days draw nigh, our Great Creator and his truth, ere memory fail and pleasures fly; Or sun, or moon, or planet's light grow dark, or clouds return in gloom; ere vital spark no more incite; When strength shall bow and years consume. RIP
