Souls of Clay
By: Wayne Brown
Why are we here; is there purpose in our presence?
Are we just passing through; a waste of the essence?
Are there important things we need to do or say?
We unknowing human beings; mere souls of clay
Does life have meaning; is there purpose in living?
Is there too much taking and not enough giving?
Is it enough to just live and get through the day?
Poor unknowing human beings; mere souls of clay
Did God not create us all; all so singular and unique?
Did God have just one purpose; if so why do we seek?
Can mankind find his way or is that only for God to say?
Seeking, unknowing humans; mere souls of clay
Did God makes us what we are; made with his own hands?
Or did we shape the clay ourselves to form the soul of man?
Each one must find their our answer as only God could say
Seeking, praying human beings; mere souls of clay
Is life but a mere moment in the universe’s duration?
Such a brief span yet in passing holds our infatuation
Can mankind’s purpose be as clear as the light of day?
Questioning, lost human beings; mere souls of clay
Will we awake to the moment when the message is clear?
To let us know our earthly purpose; why God put us here?
Will we find the true meaning when the Lord has his say?
Or will we remain in our own darkness; mere souls of clay?
A burning question for woman; a burning question for man
Are we here to love each other or here to take a stand?
Some find their own meaning; some await the Judgment Day
All one and forever God’s children; mere human souls of clay
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26 November 2012