There is no promise,
of an easy life,
For any God's children
here on earth.
Life is filled
with toils.
Life is filled
with tribulations
No promise is given
of riches untold
or condemnation made
of abject poverty.
We shall toil
On a daily basis
Through the sweat
Of our labored brow
Some will see riches
beyond imagination.
Some will not
see any at all.
The world seems
So unfair,
But the true reward
lays not on earth,
but in heaven above,
In God's own realm.
For death becomes
The great equalizer
For we all
leave this earth
with nothing
but the name
we made for ourselves.
We stand before
our Lord
To answer for
the lives we lived.
Can you be proud,
Of the name you built?
Paul Bartoswicz
