Fresh Bones
Born to lose
To the crafty hands of Time
As fresh bones ...
Fresh bones
Recount the futile attempt
To win the battle against flesh
And blood ...
Now the energy
Of what once mattered
Is absorbed by worms
Picked to the bone
Nothing matters
In the dust of stars
Only the warning
Of fresh bones:
Heroic deeds
Of flesh and bone
Ultimately result in loss
But not if you lose your life
For the One who breathed
Life into your bones –
Instead of trying to win it!
~
"'Meaningless! Meaningless!'
says the Teacher.
'Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.'"
What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?"
- Ecclesiastes 1:1-3
"For whoever wants to save their life will lose it,
but whoever loses their life for [Jesus] will find it.
What good will it be for someone to gain the whole
world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give
in exchange for their soul."
- Matthew 16: 25-26
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